“Just don’t drip on anything…” he smiled and laughed, “kidding!”He disappeared up the stairs and Janet made her way into the living room. ...t was a nice house but nothing over the top. The furniture was all leather and the walls lined with bookshelves and art. At one end of the room a flat screen TV was perched on the wall with the sound equipment tucked away in a nice, adjacent cabinet. She wandered around the room checking it all out as she waited. There were a few pictures of a pretty young. ’ She said. And that was that, or so her voice said. She did not want me to leave, and when her voice was as soft and as calm and collected as it was now she meant it. ‘Come sit beside me.’ Submissively, maybe knowing this should have been the time I actually just walked away, maybe nothing would be said again, but I did not leave. I went around the couch and sat down, sheepishly I became interested in my socks. I could still feel my hard shaft pressing against my shorts, now I could also feel. I guess I've been working up to this... is something unquestionably not meant to be shoved into a woman firmly driven and then pounded and then pushed back and forth inside of my vagina. Let's be right up front. My stretched pussy. Stretched, wet, very well fucked, and, always a bit hungry, hole.Most women worry about how tight they are, but I'm not in their league. A guy doesn't stay with a gal because she's a tight virginal fuck. He stays with her because she's available and dirty as hell in. “Don’t worry Destiny. Just back to mine” Rowne replied calmly.“I don’t want to…I just want to go back” I cried.“You’ve been missing for four weeks Destiny. Your going to come back to my place, your going to get a nice shower and a change of clothes and then I’m going to feed you a decent, hot meal. When your comfortable I’ll return you to your university. Or should I take it you’re not grateful for rescuing you from those perverts?” explained Rowne.“Of course, I’m…sorry.” I replied.