Shut up i whispered. Whatever bitch. I was going to let you suck my dick. But fuck it now he yelled as he stood up and left the room slamming the doo... behind him. I buried my head in my arms. Fanticising about his warm.black.wet.hard dick throbbing in my mouth. Him pulling it in and out of me. Him pushing it deep in my mouth each time. The thought of pleasing him in that way sent chills up my back. Ding ding. School was finally over. HELL YEAH! I was walking to my locker to get my shit when. By this time I was hard myself, watching a complete stranger about to have his way with my wife, and started rubbing my own cock underneath my shorts. I watched him lean onto the bed and over her ass, slowly rubbing the head of his member between her ass cheeks and slowly touching her wet lips.He positioned himself and pushed slowly inside her as I watched his head disappear and bit by bit slid his cock deep into my wife. Probably realising that it was me, my wife pushed back as I watched her. Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to collegeand so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a jobin Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw eachother only on visits back to the farm, and gradually wedrifted apart, with occasional letters being our onlycontact.Neither of us married. I don’t know what reason Bethhad for staying single, but my reason was shynessaround girls and a rather plain appearance. Also, in mymind the ideal girl was one just like Beth, and I couldnever. Any plans to start another band?’ ‘No,’ she answered, ‘but I auditioned for Wet Wax Factory, and I’ll be doing my first show with them soon.’ ‘Excellent!’ We made small talk while we waited in line and about an hour later we left with about 5,000 coffee nips between us. We continued talking as we headed for the Exit/Exit. I usually don’t like to go there because the management doesn’t allow slam dancing, and they sometimes hired idiot high school jocks to enforce the rule (not that they were.