He began a forward thrust again. Izzy bit her lip, winced and whimpered as she let it come.“Oh, yeahhh,” Tone said. Izzy wasn’t sure if he was e...joying the penetration or her pain.That’s when they heard a knock and a voice.“What are you guys doing? Hey!”She recognized it. It was Billy, a friendly junior they all call Bone Crusher after some comic book character he likes. He was in a wheelchair and had some developmental problems. Izzy used to tutor him a few months ago.“Aw, fuck,” Tone said and. Inside there is no grief, only mute, uncomprehending shock. He twists on the spot, wrings his hands, in a childish fashion, “three years,” he pleads, “three years apart from you.” I smile sadly, trying to compose my thoughts. “I know,” I tell him softly, “it has been an eternity, hasn’t it? And I can see now that I have been naïve to hang my everything on our marriage, on returning to you.” He gingerly takes a step towards me, encouraged by the softness in my voice. I allow him to come, waiting. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be beading preseminal. For a moment, he just stared at his own penis, watching it twitch and throb at his own command."Damn. Now, who fucked me last night?" He rubbed his head. His dorm flat wasn't really the type to party that hard, and even so, he usually remembered what happened before he went to bed. He also didn't consider. I quickly went into my room took my top and bra off and decided I was going to call him in and give him something to think of when he cums, I don't know what came over me, because I think I knew he was wanking and had a lush cock I was going to tease him every chance I got, as I love the power it gave me over boys. I called him to my room, I was laying on my stomach on the bed with my bare back showing and told him "massage my back, the baby oil is on top of the dresser" he grabbed the oil and.