I still had my ear pinned against the wall. I hear her breathing louder then I open my eyes to see what the commotion was. She was on her knees on top...of the couch with her ass straight in my view. I was fully torqued and my cock was ready to go. I was stroking myself off so hard. She was getting into it as was I. I close my eyes again and wanted to imagine her. Her moans got louder and she tried to make it sound like she was working out. "1.. and 2.. and... Harder... Stronger.. Keep going.." I. “MMMM you have a beautiful cock.” I moaned at him then took his throbbing member between my lips. He tasted good, clean, like he had just showered before coming to the bookstore to get a blow job. His cock filled my mouth and he seemed to love the way I was sucking and slurping on him. My hand slid down into my thong and found my pussy drenched.“Oh fuck yeah! Suck my cock!”“MMMM you like that Mister? You like having some little slut sucking on this big, fat fucking dick?” I had pulled him out. He couldn’t talk with that poking out. He wanted to take her and fuck her, but something stopped him. The image of all the girls at lunch flashed through his mind, and he knew. He wanted to know something more than just one girl. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, the innocent little freshman. The gentle touch at his elbow forced him to turn and look at her. He gave up. He yanked his hands out of is pockets and grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up to him, kissing. I saw my mother being raped, I did not know at the time that that was what was happening to her, but it was. They had her on the table in the kitchen, and one big man was raping her, others were holding her and there was a line of men behind her, all dirty and big and they all had rifles and guns and ammunition all over them. My mother she could not cry out. One was at her face filling her mouth with his large pole, another was shoving himself cruelly into her vagina. I watched it all, hating.