A lot of times when I fall asleep at night, I dream about the morning of last day of school when I finally got the courage to ask him his name (call h...m MR for story's sake). And I told him my name, which he said "well, it's very nice to finally meet you," sending shivers to the very depth of my core and made me sweat in more than one place. It's just like that voice that makes you get instantly wet, sends tickles down your spine, and makes you want to just tap out without suggestion. Every. What do you want?” I cried, afraid, as he held me tightly. “I want this,” he growled, as I felt his hand grab my pussy and squeeze it roughly. His fingers traveled behind my pussy to my ass and he dug his fingertips into it, “and this.” I clenched as hard as I could, trying to wrench away from him, but he pulled me closer, pressing all of his weight into me, his erection digging into me through my clothes. He forced me to the ground, laughing as I tried to fight back. He straddled my chest. Soon we were all over the place kissing each other. She had her hands in my pants and I was busy playing with her clit. There were too many people around to do anything more and unfortunately, we had to all it a night.The next day I saw someone who looked very familiar in my political science class. It was Kayla, she hardly remembered what happened the previous night. Jennifer was along with her and this was when we exchanged numbers. My cock was getting hard in my blue jeans while I was. A rich guy she used to be! Soon they were married. The new Peter insisted on going to Florence. It was so romantic, thought Lucy, as she enjoyed her honeymoon. Her husband was such a hunk, and Florence was so beautiful. Sex as a female was very satisfying, and her husband very attentive. They had plenty of cash - first from 'Peter's' own bank accounts, and some more from a very handsome settlement by the transit authority.Soon 'Peter' went back to work, and made a very successful trial lawyer..