"Professor?" she half whispered.He spun around in the swivel chair, neither startled by her presence nor expecting to see her. It was an odd expressio... really. One Allison wasn't quite sure how to interpret. "Hey, you," he smiled, again giving her no clue as to what he was thinking much less what his intentions were."Hey," she returned, an edge of shyness in her voice. When he said nothing, she eyed him in shock. What? No 'What are you doing here, Allison?' No 'I'm glad you could stay,. The question was, how did I feel about it? It had been so quick and intense, and my body so high strung from the exertion that my skin had been hypersensitive. Did she have a crush on me, or real feelings? What about her ongoing almost-relationship with Brad? And what about our friendship? That was the question that nagged at me the most, and the thought of not having her in my life anymore almost ripped out my heart. It was the longest evening in my life. By midnight I was still tossing and. ”“You grew up in the burbs, not the hood.”He looked around cautiously and put his finger across his lips. “Shush. You’ll ruin my reputation.”She laughed, “But you’re my hero.”“Oh, now you’re just getting gross.”“Talking about gross, what’s with guys wanting to come in your mouth? Is Erik right about it being like a dog pissing on something? That’s kind of disgusting. And while we’re at it, why does every guy want to stick his dick in my ass? And talking about asses, what was that with Erik. Then I was left alone while it slowly softened and melted, I guess the guy next to me was now receiving the same treatment. When the hand returned it had been liberally covered in Crisco and forming a cone started to push into my hole. Having been stretched by the butt plug and all of the day's activities in no time at all what resistance my ring provided gave way and the hand slid up into my rectum with the ring slowly closing behind it. It stopped briefly, I guessed from the sounds and.