But maybe Danny loved me more than Joyce had Brad. I say this because Joyce and Brad had never lost contact. At first they'd been arguing and fighting...and then they calmed down and still spat insults at each other during conversations about their kids. That slowly segued into Brad telling Joyce how much he missed her and Joyce laughing at him. And then she started to blame him for the two of them not being together. And now she was giving him orders and summoning him for booty calls.I was sure. That means less chance of me getting caught later. That also means no replays later for anybody else; I want what happens to stay between me, and the young man behind the counter.My night begins with me picking out a wardrobe to wear. Tonight, that's going to be a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, heels, and nude stockings. No bra, no underwear. Glasses are a good idea; I don't wear glasses normally, but I have a pair of cheap reading glasses that give the ensemble a "sexy librarian". She was wearing a short silky dress, I grabbed her hips and ground her ass into me and kind of bent her over in his direction so her face was it his crotch, while I pulled up her skirt to her thong and pulled it aside and I penetrated her pussy slowly she was dripping wet. And just as I gave it to her you could hear her moan at that moment in time he knew what I was doing with her. He unzipped his shorts again and they fell to the ground. He broke his kiss with her and pushed her down and he. While leaving I told her hesitantly that I enjoyed her hand on my lawda. I stressed on word ‘lawda’. She looked around and said “ let opportunity come” and moved away. I felt happy that she wanted opportunity to stay alone with me.With time intensity of ragging reduce and we became friendly with seniors. I never missed an opportunity to talk with those four senior girls but I could not get any chance to fuck them . I could see sparkle in their eyes whenever they used to see me. I used to remain.