He had hugged me so tight that my breasts were jammed between us. He started to lean on me, I was feeling his weight on me which I couldn’t withstan... and I fell on the bed.He too followed me and fell over me his legs were spread across my waist. He was laid on me holding me by my head kissing my lips. I was feeling the heat of his dick on the stomach. He again pressed my breasts with both hands so hard that I yelled loud. He buried his face between my breast and suck each of my nipples one. I suggested we go out for a pizza, Monica was all for it. Arriving at the restaurant, I asked for a booth. Once seated, Monica ordered a pitcher of beer as we looked at the menu. We decided on a large deep dish with sausage, mushrooms and green pepper. When our waitress returned with the pitcher, I informed her of our decision. When our pizza arrived, Monica ordered another pitcher of beer. We talked about school, our boyfriends and our future plans. I told her about my parent’s log cabin on. I was horrified to hear him call me an ‘old lady’ but before I could react; his hand firmly pushed me until I stumbled past the door with a broken lock. The hut was small, dark and stifling with only thin shafts of light coming through the warped panels of wood. It took me a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. When I did I found that I was at the far end of the cabin standing next to the small tattered armchair and wooden shelf that the attendant used. I swear that I could. I had not ever noticed that the trees, as naked as I was on the spring morning before the leaves were fully out, I saw light streaming from my neighbor's garage door. There, sitting on their porch, was Chris, my neighbor's husband. He too was wearing a robe; open, with his cock out, stiffly exposed in the cool breeze.I could see that he was watching me play with myself, and saw that his hands were busy stroking his cock, with his chair facing in my direction in the yard. I knew he could see my.