“Fuck I have to return these to Steven” I said worried about the stain, she leaned over and just sucked it up and said “that should make it easi...r.” We finally got home and all the light were off so we walked quietly in the house trying not to wake the parents, as we open the door and walk in we think we are home free. Until the lights popped on and our parents were sitting on the couch looking very upset and my heart sank cause of the cum stain on the front of my pants. They asked us to set in. He was volatile and angry and frantic and depressed by turns, and she did not know how to be his friend any more. She gradually shut down all communication. He would email her often, sometimes every day, and she would reply only rarely. She tried to be more than polite, to stay warm and friendly while trying to be careful in what she said, but it didn't matter. He would still descend into madness and go off on her, either weeping at his love and need for her and his hopelessness and despair at. They’d be able to hold the fort down.“Don’t make me say it again.”He lifted the covers and I crawled back in. He was a real psycho. What kind of a person could hold a conversation in their sleep? It made me think about every single doctor’s appointment I’d ever been to, wondering if those doctors also had this weird little superpower. Was it something they all just picked up in residency? Or was Wes just really a psycho? I was willing to bet it was the latter.I’d thought that I’d never be able. He then let's go of you, and you collapse on the table, he walks back behind you and starts fucking your pussy hard, and fast. The ravaging of your pussy wake you up a bit, you feel your self being torn apart from the violent fucking. He is starting to pant, and sweat, he ups the intensity even more until he shoots his cum up deep inside of your pussy, "I hope you're on the pill sweetie, " he says while laughing. He then leaves the room.As you are lying there on the table used, abused and sore.