I'm worried that telling him I like him like that would make it awkward between us." Who is it?" David asked."Ron, actually," replied Craig."Actually,...has anyone seen Ron?" I asked"Oh, that reminds me," David said, "Ron gave me this note for you."I opened the note, it said: "meet me in the bathroom on the English hallway at 2:45."At the appointed time, I excused myself from class and headed to the bathroom. Ron was pretending to use the urinal. I walked up to the one next to him."He does have a. Actually the white girl that he had in his lap earlier was under the table sucking his cock but I did not realize this until he began cumming. I leaned over and looked under the table to see her ass as she finished him off. She crawled from under the table and pulled herself between Roberto and Byron. She gave me a smile and I smiled back. Tom pushed me back to my feet and excused himself, said he needed to find some pussy and that he’d be back. I almost blurted out that he could have mine, but. How Marshal and I met in college, how sweet and romantic he was, the time he drove twelve hours straight to San Francisco when I broke my leg attending a business conference, our five wonderful years of marriage. That damned itch in my pussy drowned out all of that, getting fucked by my obsession was the only thing that mattered to me anymore. I reached for the mens room door, reaching for it, when it swung open, and the stranger stood before me. His watery eyes lit up when he saw me. My. The noise died for several minutes before it returned a lot quieter.My eyes snapped open to the sound of a vehicle and I shifted and turned to look towards the bridge. The vehicle did not use white lights but I could see a red glow from the front. It crossed the bridge and entered the jungle and followed the trail. Behind it a second vehicle had started across the river.Fifteen crossed and followed the trail and then we heard the loud engine noise to the southwest. It sounded far away but was.