He forced himself into me, his huge cock pushing very hard into me, making me moan. Where had he been hiding these last few months, this is the man I ...arried, this sexual passionate man. He pushed me forward, so that I was holding myself up against the shower wall. He was fucking me harder and harder with every thrust, cum was splashing all over my legs, and my moaning was becoming louder.'Please, stop', I murmured. But he became more intent on forcing himself.'I don't know what you are doing,. You came up a little short on the exam. We’re going to have to meet with your guidance counselor to schedule you for a Government class next school year.” She sat quietly, somewhere between sadness and frustration. She started to plead, “Are you sure, Mr. Tasker? I mean, couldn’t you give me a few questions here and there just to help me pass” “I’m sorry”, I replied. “If it were two or three questions that you were short, I’d give them to you, but in this case I’d have to give you. ’ ‘You’re younger than my sister.’ He said. ‘Only by three months’ Heidi replied. ‘I mean, we’re really the same age…you know….’ She was just about to ask him how old he was, but stopped herself, thinking it may not be polite. ‘I’m thirty-two, by the way.’ He replied. He smiled, but there seemed to be a new distance between them. The accidental breast-and-thigh brushes stopped. He began asking questions about her dating status. ‘What type of man do you like…..?’ He asked. ‘I don’t really have. It was just to be sure it worked. Since a revolver is the simplest of all pistols, and it worked without exploding I was satisfied. Was it accurate? Up to ten feet it seemed to be. At least it was all I felt I needed. Anything more than that, I figured on throwing it, I would be more likely to hit the target with it that way.I returned the Scooter to the car wash’s bay four, aka my shop. So at the end of that day, I had the pistol, my light weight stun gun and heavier collapsible baton tucked.