You go meet your friends for a few drinks, some flirting, and some dancing. The combination of the vodka, a bit of flirtatious fun with some guy, and ...he dancing that got a little heated with him….you find yourself getting back to the hotel late. You make your way to your room, insert the card, and at the click of the mechanism…you open the door and begin to enter the room. Halfway through the door, someone comes up from behind you and locks you in their arms and pushes you through the doorway.. He had lost count of the number of times he got pushed out of line for something, had his books slapped out of his hands, gotten shoved into a school locker or the girl's bathroom, or some such humiliation. Once while he was in gym class, a class he absolutely hated, some kids got into his locker and took his clothes and hid them in one of the school trash cans. Poor Theodore had to walk through the whole school in his gym shorts to get to the office so he could call his mother to bring him. I put my head on the table and just cried out as he hit spot after spot that I never knew I even had. When I felt myself pushing back against him, things changed again. I felt his very strong body lay over mine and then the tip of his hard cock touched me. I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t stop it as he penetrated me.There was no pain, only a feeling of fullness. I wasn’t sure I could blame all of this on the lack of physical contact for a very long time, but something just felt so very good as his. I rented us bicycles and packed a picnic, with plenty of wine. By the time we got back to my apartment, she was warm from the weather, tired from the exercise, and slightly tipsy from the wine. I settled us down on my old sofa and started kissing her, just the lips, but with plenty of passion, and my hands behind my back, so she forgot to hold them. Once I had her attention diverted, I put my magic-trained hands to work, opened her blouse and lifted her bra, all without her knowing it. By the.