Her elbows were squeezing him at the ribs. He almost giggled at the thought of her hugging him backwards. With her eyes still steady on his, she pres...ed her hot palms against his thighs and moved them slowly down his hips. Catching the waist of his underwear with her thumbs she pushed his underwear as far down until they fell freely to his ankles. He laughed out loud at her directness. Returning his laughter, again she bent forward placing her hands flat on the desk. He felt her thighs brush. Somebody, or something, kept poking and prodding his aching body. It sort of looked female, about mid-twenties, but was still waiting for puberty to arrive. The confusion in his head overwhelmed his senses, and the blissful blackness of u*********sness saved him from having to think.Mary Ellen had no idea of how she was going to do it, but her maternal instincts screamed to her that she had to nurse this poor bastard back to health. Over the course of the next two weeks, she fed him, cleaned. The woman surrendered her body to him and the black man began fucking her roughly from behind, as he slapped hard her delicate buttocks.Watching at that brutal fuck, I slipped my fingers between my thighs and began rubbing my clit. I then shoved one of these fingers deeply inside of my wet cunt and started moving it in and out. I spread my legs wider and suddenly splashed some juices onto the white sheets. I watched the black man now grabbing the woman’s neck as he pounded her cunt with no. What the fuck? I thought. How can he be doing this here. I then noticed that my cock too was getting hard , and that I had become aroused seeing him play with himself. I didn’t want this and this wasn’t right. I had to stop, I had to shake it off. I had to shower and leave. So I went ahead and got into the stall furthest from his as I closed the door kind of hard, to let him know he wasn’t alone in there anymore. Hoping he would stop. I turned on the water and washed myself, scrubbing as my.