But also the nervous feeling is growing wondering is this a good idea. I follow my heart and open the door. The bathroom is dark with only a few candl...s burning on a window sill. My eyes are getting used to the low dim light. To my surprise my wish has come true and I see you. You are in the bathtub covered under a blanket of soap. We both stare at each other and we both can’t believe we are in the same state yet alone in the same house. “Hi sweetie” you say with your lovely and sexy voice. I. This whole situation was obviously getting him excited. Once he was completely hard, he pushed me onto my hands and knees, pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles, and knelt behind me, slipping the head of his cock into my vagina. As he began ramming his shaft into and out of my pussy, he continued with his edicts.“I’ll knock $200 off your rent each month,” he said as he kept thrusting his hips back and forth. “That’ll take care of all your past short-falls, and it’ll help you afford your rent. As it was, it seemed as if an eternity had passed since Tom had kissed you good-bye that morning for work making sure to give you a not-so-light swat across the ass. When he did return it was as if you were seeing your young husband return after a season in a war without hope of a homecoming. Lips met necks, hands met hips and the silent apartment was filled with labored breathing. Who could tell how much time you two stood at the threshold, door open, making-out fiercely like dogs in heat. If. In the break before our first year at university in the mid 90's, Pete came with my family and I on holiday to the delights of Magaluf, and he and I shared a room in a basic holiday hotel.Magaluf is a grim cheap party town, and not necessarily the sort of place we wanted to be - but on the first night out we bumped into two irish girls, who were lovely and similarly had a "we're better than this" angsty attitude and it totally made the trip for us. The four of us had a great fairly innocent.