"He slowly forced me off his lap and on to my knees on the concrete floor. "Third: If you can't keep quiet, I've always got something to stuff in your...mouth."He kept one hand tangled in my hair while he unzipped his fly. I was practically drooling as he pulled out his cock. I moved my head forward, mouth open.He laughed. "Eager, are we?"I made some sort of strangled noise, somewhere between a moan and a whine.He laughed again, darker this time. "You dirty little bitch."He pulled my head closer. As you enter your room, still crying, your roommate greets you. Sheis a brunet with a plus size body, dressed in a lavender nighty. Herface is not what most guys would consider beautiful, but knows how todress to emphasize her attributes, especially her large titties andher terrific ass. She normally wears very sexy, revealing clothingand guys are very attracted to her, as she exudes sexuality. In thatoutfit she looks wonderful. She takes you in her arms and asks whatis wrong. You tell. When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys came over and one of them wanted to have sex with her. When she refused, he got angry and grabbed a shotgun and tried to kill her. One of her friends tried to knock the shotgun away. Instead of the blast hitting her chest it hit her knee. It permanently disfigured her leg and gave her a pronounced limp. This was during the era of legs. A women’s beauty was judged by the shape, length, ect of her legs. We were just recently in the era. I knew my husband from when we were in school he was a couple of years younger than me and one night I bumped into him in a local pub and got chatting to him and ended up going home to his place with him had a great night together and as far as we were both concerned that was it but the following week we bumped into each other again and the same thing happened but the following morning we agreed to meet up in the week and eventually got together and ended up getting married my husband had.