She didn’t speak to me for few days, and started avoiding me, one day I confronted her and asked whats wrong, if she doesn’t like me it’s ohk, a...least we can remain friends, for which she told, tat nothing like that, actually even she likes me, but is worried that it will affect our studies, I convinced her that, such thing will not happen.. our studies won’t get affected because of our relationship. So finally she agreed.Then we started talking on phone daily till late.night, sometimes on. When he was close, he grabbed her head and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in her throat while he pulsed cum straight down her throat.A small part of her rejoiced again at her accomplishment. The rest was busy trying not to gag. She almost freaked out when he continued to hold her face there but managed to breathe through her nose just enough to stave off panic.“You fucking, boyfriend-stealing whore,” a female voice shrieked, yanking her to her feet and almost ripping out a large. She was enjoying this as much as I was, and despite the fact that it was a kind of tongue-in-cheek joke to be dressing her like this, the moment was also very erotic.I leaned over and grabbed the blousy, light blue t-shirt. I held it open so that she could push her hands into the arm holes, then I lifted her arms over her head and pulled the shirt down onto her, grazing her breasts as I did so. I then pulled the shirt down and straightened it, pulling the shoulders straight and even as. The service is fabulous and when Itold them that Jane was a colleague of my wife's, they went overboard.It was actually a pleasant evening and Jane got a bit drunk. She wasn'tused to alcohol by the look of it, so by the time we reached the coffee,she was slurring slightly. We'd only got through a bottle of wine by thisstage. I could see the sentimental stage rearing up."You know, I never thought you would ditch the bitch," she sort of said.At least I could understand her still."I thought you.