Later she emailed me the conversation between her and Deepak on Whatsapp (i shared the number of Deepak)Shweta – HiDeepak – Hi, who is thisShweta ...�� wah, itni zaldi bhul gaye?Deepak – Shweta?? oh how can i forgot, i was thinking about you only.Shweta – kya soch rahe theDeepak – Tumhare bare main, tumhari body k bare mainShweta – achcha bachchu, meri body k baare main kyaDeepak – Tumhare boobs hi mere nazar k saamne ghoom rahe hai tabse, not able to think anything other than that; I wanna see. . are you and what the hell do you think you're doing?" screeched Sue trying to push the big man off her. But he was too strong for her and just kept pounding away at her pussy like a machine, a big lewd grin on his rough features."I'm fucking your tight, juicy fucking cunt, lady!" grunted the man. "That's what I'm doin'! Don't ya like it?!"Then, Sue recognised him. It was their milkman! Shit! She was being fucked by the damn milkman!"Jesus! Get off me, you bastard!" yelled Sue. She tried to. A place to live was the thought that floated to the forefront of his mind. He'd be at NTSU for the next two years. Why shouldn't he be comfortable? As problems went, that one was easy to solve when you had money. All it took was time.NTSU wasn't one of his problems. He was looking forward to getting back into a classroom. What he'd do with a degree after graduation was another question, but one he didn't need to worry about for another year or two.A runner joined him on the track. The man was. Kristal declared that she was filled up, and really had to get to the bathroom to empty out. I told her no, she should empty her pussy right there on the towel under her. Kristal responded with a snarky little, “reeeeaaallly”. To which Roger and I both responded in unison, “hell yeah”. She grimaced a little, but said, “ugh...I haven’t turned down a request from you two boys yet tonight, why start now...”. With that, she got to a kneeling position over the towel, slowly spread her legs apart..