I met Joan in college. We were at a frat party and it was getting pretty wild. This wasn't my scene, so I was easing toward the front door. At the doo... there was a beautiful girl also sneaking out. I paused on the porch and said hello. She smiled shyly and said, "Hello to you too." I said, "Pretty wild in there?" She shrugged and headed down the front stairs. I thought, "What a beauty." A few days latter I was sitting in the triangle with some friends just lazing an Autumn day away. The trees. But, as she came to realize that his actions in the last two days had not been drunken rampages but rather coldly calculated rage, all directed toward her, huge drops ran down her cheeks and periodically her body would shake uncontrollably as she sobbed.She had never met the girl Susan but she worried for her. No one deserved the fate which she herself had suffered. Yet, if she called the girl, it would probably mean the police, maybe even Kyle being arrested. And when he was finally released,. Especially that blonde woman that just walked past. She’d be down on your wet pussy in a flash.I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was a blonde woman, a short distance away from me putting some baby leeks into her trolley and facing the other direction. I hadn’t noticed her pass me. I stopped and looked around for him – this was too much of a coincidence. Could he have known or was he betting on the law of averages?You’d look good over that trolley, your tits dangling over the. She lifted her head and was suppressed by the intense feeling. Her ligaments shook and she softly moaned. She could feel herself squirting a small amount of fluid out of her pussy. The rubbing of her hand slowed as her breaths became slower. After Rebecca caught her breath she laid her head back on the pillow. She removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and wiped them on her blanket. Then she heard a whisper from Melody’s bed, “That was beautiful, Rebecca.”“Thanks…It felt beautiful,”.