She looked at his eyes and he was in a trance now, with a fixed stare he was looking at her cunt.He for a moment looked at her face, took the weight o... the big heavy shaft into his huge hand, raised it to an angle she could see the slit in the bell end just above her-fucking massive dripping monster- then let out another wad of black juice!!! He let a deep''BAAAAH' as it shot over her face. In one shot her small face was covered, her vision all blurred. She took both hands and wiped the spunk. In fact it would look good on his new shirt! He put it on. A shiver went downhis spine. It did look good! Janet's loss was his gain. Maybe he could use itto lure her to his bed after all. Then he would show her what a problem hecould be to a woman!What kind of problems could Janet have, anyway. She was stacked, and with abody like that, she could have any man she wanted! If looking good were aproblem he could live with it. He looked around to see if Janet had returned.Janet was walking back. "Then that conversation we had this week in the cafeteria ... what was that about?" Just that ... conversation," he smiled. "I think of it as an ice-breaker."I looked at him with some suspicion. I looked back at the file. "This even lists the clubs and groups that I was involved with at Stanford," I said, getting more uncomfortable.He nodded, no smile this time. "That was in your year book. When we interviewed you, you were the most likely candidate. That's when I was asked to do the background. . I hate cheerleading." Have you actually told your mother this?" Grandma asks."She wouldn't listen," I moan."But have you told her anyway?" Grandma asks, making me look at thefloor in shame."I may... I may have shouted it," I mumble."Nothing that needed saying ever needed shouting!" Grandma states in herwise, Welsh voice. "Now call your parents, let them know you're safe.You didn't tell them you were coming here, did you?" No," I sigh as grandma hands me her phone. "I just- I just.