A spark of rage surges through your body. This was Keith's fault and you knew it. She probably ran back over from Keith's apartment in the rain. You m...mentarily wondered why she didn't call you, but it was easy to realize. She never did like you to see when she cried. She always hated feeling weak in front of you. Eventually she lifted her gaze, looking at you. She was doing her best to stay strong, but her lip was quivering slightly and her eyes were starting to tear up again. You could tell. "River is going to sing a few songs in Ojibwe, and as she does, youmight start to pick up the words. This is how we will all learnOjibwe."River started to sing the songs of the people, and a half hour later,when she finished, all the students had a basic understanding of thelanguage, and Mr. George was going to be able to conduct his class inOjibwe, as he had planned. He ended the session, and then left, takingthe van load of students who were from St. Mary's or Terrace Bay withhim to be driven. With one final thrust, my dick was buried into her all the way to the base. I held it there for a moment, feeling her pussy spasm and squeeze me; then I began to fuck her. I began slowly and increased my speed with each thrust. I could feel her pussy get wetter and wetter every time I plunged my cock into her. I grabbed her by her tiny waist and fucked Candi hard. I had a perfect view of my dick pumping furiously into her tight pink pussy. Each time I pulled out, the thick girth of my dick. At this point I wondered if I should just not go..... but would I forever be asking myself “what if”. I said goodbye to my family and left to make the thirty-five-minute walk.Arriving at the train station prompted a renewed attack of nerves. Should I go? I sat waiting for the train to arrive - I was almost fifteen minutes early. The platform was quiet with only one other person waiting for the train. I passed some time rereading some of my messages from him where he described in detail what he.