I was getting used to his rough behavior and it barely phased me when he would reach out to grab me by my hair and drag me into his place to fuck me. ...ometimes his front door would barely be closed before he had me down on my knees with his cock in my mouth, or if we made it into the living room, before he had his dick stuffed in one of my holes, while I was bent over some piece of furniture. I tried to wear a robe when I could, so that I had something to wear back on the walk to my place.. YOU are." Why did I know you were going to say that?" sighed Paris."The same way you knew I was going to do this?" Rory disengaged her fingers from her friend's hand. She slid sideways in her chair, pressing her thigh tightly against the one beside her. Her now freed hand brushed over Paris' leg and curled under her uniform skirt."Rory!" Came a strangled whisper."No one's watching. Well, they aren't as long as you don't give out a shriek or something." Fingertips danced up smooth skin, the. . Fuck!”... “Mmm. You, Jeff.”“I love you, too. You’re going to miss this in a month.”“And you aren’t? Do you expect me to believe that a soapy hand in a shower will really feel as good?”“Never claimed that at all. As a matter of fact, you have the smoothest, warmest, snuggest cunt in all the world.”“And you’ve tried them all.”“Only a tiny fraction. You think that’s an inadequate fraction, and I should test a much greater number?”“No. Not now. Though you probably will after. I knew he was married as I had seen him and his wife in town occasionally, on Tuesday though I happened to bump into him as I entered the public conveniences in the town centre and he was already in there stood at the urinals. I made my way to the cubicle at the far end of the room, which as is the case with most public loos these days was covered in graffiti and even had a lame attempt at a glory hole gouged in the wood partition which was nothing more than a peep hole. After a couple of.