There was a dark side to them, though.A few times, you'd plop on your pillow and smell Amy's nectar. They must have propped the pillow beneath their t...rusting thighs and mixed their fluids all over it. You got a hard on huffing her musk, realizing, with horror, that you were also breathing in the stench of your roommate's cum. It drove you crazy to think of them fucking and cumming all over your belongings. This couldn't have been the only thing of yours they tainted. One night, while she was. He started breakfast, which for him meant putting waffles in the toaster, and got dressed. This was perhaps the best part of being back in the civilian world. Comfortable shoes, relaxed jeans, a tee shirt, and a coat was all he needed to wear. No armor, no racks filled with several hundred rounds, no ruck sacks filled with 60 pounds of bull shit. The only thing that he carried to remind him of his past was a pistol in a holster on his belt, and that was just something he’d always done even. Lorraine had been a revelation to her. If it had just been her, she wouldn’t have agreed to John’s proposal, she might be a lot of things, and yes she did put it about a bit, but prostitution, no way. When he’d suggested that both she and her daughter Lorraine work for him as escorts as he put it, she’d been outraged. She would have told John to fuck off, and they would have left, and never set eyes on the bastard again. Lorraine it had seemed wasn’t upset in the slightest, and had negotiated a. “I love the schoolgirl skirt. The white panties. And the blouse... Fucking hell, you're a sexy thing.”“I'm not a whore!” I gasped.He chuckled. “Whatever you want to call yourself, you're it.”A strange sensation built and built inside of me. Every time I slid down his cock, this pressure swelled. It grew as I rose up his cock, too. My pussy clung to him, increasing the friction of our flesh sliding past each other. It felt so amazing.“Work that schoolgirl cunt up and down my dick,” panted Hank..