Then I’ll get going. I’ll check in with you in a couple of weeks.”“Thanks.”We shook hands, and we both left the office. I thanked Mr. Gilber... then left the halfway house and headed to Emmy’s apartment. Liz was waiting there, having taken the school bus home with Emmy, instead of to West Monroe. She greeted me with a brotherly hug, and Emmy greeted me with a full-body hug which telegraphed her desire to every nerve ending in my body.“If you two need two minutes, I can wait,” Liz teased.“More. Napoleon revved up the engine, then opened his shorts and pulled out his dark, uncut meat. I opened my jeans and my own cut shiner popped up.“Cool,” he said, looking at me. He kissed his fingers and then patted them on the top of my hard-on.He put his fingers to his mouth. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he said. “You’re really fucking here!”“In the flesh, stud,” I told him.“Where to?” Napoleon asked me.“I’m at the airport Marriott in Mobile. Couldn’t get a seat this weekend into Pensacola.. " Okay. We're supposed to be 'available.' The Uni says: 'Students are required to make themselves available for the duration of the scheduled exam period at the end of each semester (or on the dates specified by the Unit Coordinator in the case of an early or late intensive unit) to complete their exams.' I presume that's us." Who's my 'Unit Coordinator'?" Head of Art History, I suppose. Why don't we go to campus: I'll head for the Law School, you go to art. Let's meet a bit before noon for. ‘Oh, fuck, Megan, I’m going to…’ It was as if she was waiting for him. As the words spilled out he watched her trembling thighs tighten and her back arch, her fingers plowing one last time through her valley before thrusting inside of her, pumping almost violently until she gave a soft cry, her orgasm rolling through her even as he came, his cum spewing against the fence in thick globs. He milked it, releasing a second jet, and then a third, finally collapsing, his forehead pressed against the.