Katya has a flash back of the time they were at University. She was the clubbing and life-enjoying chick while he was the nerdy kid who knew it all. S...e loved him for that, he was different from the others. He had a goal, she knew he would become someone important someday and she was proud of him. She knew that she would be at his side, though she is not as smart, she'll do everything for him to reach his potential. Her friends, however, couldn't understand what she found in him and yet here. He walked over to the other bench, sat down, and looked over at them as Troy turned to face Karen.“Now, I know some of the story, Karen; something about a waitress. I’ll be listening to Joe’s version too, but I’d like to hear yours first. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”Karen took a deep breath and, feeling no need not to tell Troy, began.“We went out for breakfast and the waitress said something about his shirt being nice and he’s all ‘Thanks, babe, wore it just for you!’ All right in. He found a karate dojo that met his needs and trained there every week for the remainder of his time in Manhattan. He became very proficient over a few years and kind of scary in his own right.For the summer he took me home with him to Mission, an elite suburb of Kansas City. His father, Harry, the name derived from his middle name, was the third generation CEO of a large family-owned conglomerate that specialized in commodities, produce and groceries. We spent the summer working at a grocery. I stepped forward and my cock and balls fell into her hand. Gently she guided my cock between her thighs. I honestly thought she was guiding me into her pussy but I soon realised she was just using my cock as a rubbing post as she worked her pussy lips backwards and forwards along my shaft. She brought her legs together trapping my cock between her smooth thighs. She kept her hand over the end of my cock pushing my shaft hard against her lips. I started to match the thrusting of her hips. We.