The other what ifs were endless and he realised that he would just have to react swiftly, firmly and gently to anything that came up. He smiled rueful...y to himself. Easier said than done but he could not cover every eventuality. So much depended on her reactions.The next Thursday Hank went to Common Room for morning break. It was not something he did often and purposely he arrived late so that he could still reasonably be left drinking his coffee when everyone else but Anthea left for. He had never been in such pain.“You seem a little irritable this morning,” Sonny said.“I woke up and found you here,” Mike said.He remembered waking up a couple of times in a different room. He looked around trying to make sense of his surroundings.Sonny said, “I’d tell you to look out the window at the nice blue sky to cheer up, but it actually looks kind of brown and sickly today.”“Thermal inversion,” Mike said. He wondered how he remembered that.“You look like you are in a bit of pain. You. She gasps, initially pulling forward away from him. Then she pushes back, ramming his member as far is as it can go. They just stay there for a few seconds, his hardness twitching inside of her. She moves her feet back a bit, bracing herself against his onslaught. He starts thrusting away, very slowly at first, then gaining momentum. In and out … back and forth … she rocks back in rhythm to meet his thrusts, creating soft slapping sounds as her ass hits his belly. He grabs her hips, and pulls. "She just might be 'milk'n' that blond chick that's with Tony!" Yeah." Sara said slowly, again glancing. "Now that you mention it, she is awful butch!" What are you guys talking about?" A bewildered Yoshi finally asked."Oh, for gods sake!" Sara rasped. "Did you grow up in a convent?" You think that was her..." Mikito finally ventured. "Lover?" Didn't you see them fighting on the stairs?" Sara Asked."Well," Yoshi muttered uncomfortably. "Blondie did call muscled girl her partner!" So," Mikito.