Second: A note of some kind on the front door. Third: His prize collection of "Babylon 5" DVD's burning on the front lawn on a demented parody of some...ancient pagan altar. This, if nothing else, almost brought him to tears. He lept out of his car with as much grace as a forty-something year old man who is roughly 100 pounds overweight could manage, which is to say: not much grace at all. For a few frantic moments he tried to put out the fire, but soon gave up when he saw that there was just no. Of course, as I thought about it, I remembered that she'd always had a sharp temper, though I'd never been caught directly in it before. All I'd seen were brief glimpses. But I'd never imagined that she could do something like that to anyone... especially me. Then, taking a deep breath, I braced myself for more abuse and left the relative safety of the rest room. All I had was the hope that I could hold out long enough for Betsy to calm down... to convince her of the truth.--- I was finally. " Amy pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Nick stood in front of her and took her in a tight hug. Amy laid her head on Nick's flat stomach, squeezing for all her worth. Nick bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Amy's head before stepping out of the embrace and heading back to her own part of the room. "Will you be okay?" She asked after a moment. "Yeah, don't worry." Said Amy and resumed her prone position. A week passed with both quite busy with papers and class. Hed stop just long enough to let me breathe, but if my mouth wasn't around his cock then my hands needed to be jerking him off. I thanked him for letting me suck him, thanked him for fucking my mouth. He grabbed my neck and squeezed. He grabbed my tits and played with my hard nipples. He pulled me up off the floor and said he was ready to fuck me. Ready to pound my pussy. He sat on the couch and I straddled him. The tip of his cock at my pussy entrance. He asked if I was ready and before I.