He moved into position over me without any kissing or touching, no foreplay at all.I didn’t mind. I have no desire to kiss him. I just want to get t...is over with. I thought it was strange that he never once touched my breasts or my pussy. The only touching he did since he arrived was groping my ass through my shorts on the way up the stairs.I guided his cock to my opening. He worked the head of it in and then slammed the rest of it into me. He paused and sighed loudly as the heat of my pussy. I passed her at the coffee section and thanks to a shelf stacers trolley the size of a small estate car i had to get quite close to her. She was facing the coffee so i brushed by her rubbing my crotch area against arse – it felt a perfect fit and my little guy throbbed as it came into contact with her lycra clad cheeks. Excuse me i said with a smile and moved on to the cereal for my corn flakes. I hadnt seen her for a few minutes and i was nearly at the end of my list, i just had ice cream to. Elizabeth was having trouble walking. She was leaning on Fred O. looking at him with stars in her eyes. Fred looked like the cat that caught the canary.Mary/Fran came in and poured herself a cup of coffee. She looked at the two of them and we all said good morning. That snapped them back to the now and here. Fred O. served Elizabeth three pancakes and three rashers of bacon. He took the rest for himself.I poured them some OJ and coffee. We all said in unison, "Well!"Elizabeth had been looking. "Ryan? You alright? I mean, it's only like ten minutes to the car, butyou really do look sick," Jenny said. I closed my jaw as I turned backto face her. "You're pale I feel bad making fun of you. Maybe you shouldlie down for a bit." No, we should go," I said. I knew the way, the new way, even if itshouldn't exist. Taking a few minutes to get out of here was stillbetter than staying put and letting whatever was happening happen. Istarted moving, somewhere between a walk and a jog. Jenny followed.