.. you must understand that it was your father's actions, not your presence that made me cum so hard.” I said knowing it sounded lame, but sticking ...o it. “Well I saw. It was like when you saw your parents... but what I wanted is different. I wanted to be the one fucking you!” he said and grabbed my wrist suddenly, jerking me out of my chair and onto his lap. He may be a teenager, but he is much taller and stronger than I am. Landing on his lap, my back to him, my ass landed against his cock.. But I looked at his muscles and legs trying not to be obvious.Terrance broke the silence with an apology. “I must stink from the gym. Sorry.”“I don't mind at all.”“You sure?”“Of course,” I said. “I love the smell of sweaty hot men.”He smiled. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pale white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked,. .." Eva ... your student?" Yes. Eva is endeavoring to transcribe and translate the text. It's been rough sledding so far, though -- the original appears to be written in some sort of cursive I've never seen before." Zis Eva -- is she hot?" Roger asked."Hot?" You know -- a looker?"Rick drew in a breath. "Eva is a lovely person and I feel blessed that she chose me as her advisor. I don't think of students as hot or not." How can you not?" Roger replied. "Whenever a man and a woman interact, zere. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t upset, I didn’t feel violated. . . I didn’t feel anything emotionally. What I did feel was the physical things happening to my body. I felt Scott’s cock stroking inside my body rubbing inside my sex over and over. I felt that guy’s tongue licking and probing at my little butt hole feeling so dirty and naughty. And I felt the other guy’s hands squeezing and kneading my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. They were tender so it hurt some, but at the same.