Liz and I have survived all except the last so far and I hope that is in the distant future. We were even able to tolerate Bob. My beating of him was ...he last of my troubles with him. He came in when he could first get around, with Rena by his side. "Dirk, Bob wants to say something. Will you hear him out?" Yes." I waited."Dirk, why the fuck didn't you beat me up after I raped your wife? Every time I got to drinking, I would think you were a wimp and didn't deserve a woman like Mary. I'm done.. Her hands were all over me, pulling me against her. I know she could feel my hard cock against her stomach as we continued to kiss passionately.After a few minutes we pulled apart. I went and sat on the bed and told her to strip, slowly. She started to kick of her shoes, but I told her they stayed on. Off came her jacket and blouse. Her breast were even better in real life than I imagined. She hesitated as she lowered her skirt to the floor. She stood covering her pussy."Hands above your head". There was no denying it, she knew she needed this and she needed it now. She needed a good, deep, hard fucking so bad. Brandon could feel the change immediately and even noticed her legs drop further outwards in anticipation of his cock. Then Michelle even raised her arms upwards inviting him into her. As he leaned in and fell into her arms he thrust himself forward and entered her. He had only gone in halfway with his first thrust yet Michelle let out a cry that almost scared him. Her arms. As she continued to stand in the seclusion of the corridor, Lucy glanced around to be sure she was alone before slipping her hand beneath her skirt and into her knickers. Ever since Sixth Form ‘heartthrob’ Matthew Tattersall had told her she had a gorgeous bum a few weeks earlier, Lucy had developed a fascination for her own behind, and as she slid her hand to explore her own delightful contours, she began to imagine the embarrassment of the next morning’s assembly. If the stunningly handsome.