God, he looked good. After only a couple of weeks she’d forgotten how he could take her breath away even when he was all rumpled and messy…especia...ly when he was all rumpled and messy. ‘Are you alright? You look like you’re about to throw up.’ Katie shook her head no, but wasn’t quite sure herself whether she meant no everything wasn’t alright or no she wasn’t about to throw up. She noted the half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand and the way he swayed on his feet and realized he was. As I was driving I wasn't drinking but went along for the laugh anyway.Abigail was a girl working in the office at the time who obviously didn't go out much and had led a quite sheltered life (seemingly).She often told us about her Church and talked to us about her religion.She was very pretty in a plain sort of a way.As the night progressed she steadily got more and more drunk everyone thought it was very amussing as she clearly didn't drink very often.It got to a point where I decided she'd. His task was to strip completely and get into his bunk and cover up with only the sheet. He was also to pretend to be sleeping when I got there and was not to wake up no matter what I did to him. I nodded in agreement and after I lowered myself just far enough to give his cock a kiss, I tucked him back into his shorts and he unlocked the stall door and left. I got my wits about me and as I was leaving another much younger man stepped into the stall before I got out. He looked me squarely in. If they ever did discover it I was fucked, because I was planning to leave copious amounts of DNA evidence on and in the poor girl.Just as I was fumbling with my zipper, trying to control her with one hand, her phone beeped. I ignored it. It was hard enough trying to fight the girl and fuck her at the same time without a third distraction. Finally I managed to get my fully erect cock free and started to push her legs apart. She started fighting and yelling again so I hit her on the head with.