“I’m going to school here and am starting summer school. I live here! What are you doing here?” she asked.“Well I’m doing the same!” I s...id. “I’m here for the eight week summer session.”“Oh my God! That is so wonderful, Mr. Forte!” She almost was crying.Cary was always a very expressive student who always spoke her mind. My colleagues and I joked that she had no social filter. If it entered her mind it immediately exited her mouth.I told her I had a pre-assignment to do, so I had to get. I could feel his cock start to probe and push around my ass. Lightly pushing back and forth. Then he found just the right spot, the entrance to my tight ass!It is warm and waiting as he started to rock back and forth. Pushing a little harder each time. I could feel him stretching me more and more. He was so thick that it hurt just a little but I liked it to much to stop him. Suddenly, he was in.It felt like he might split me in half. But my rock hard cock wouldn't let me stop him. He got it. ”I followed him into his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and by then it was too late. I suspect they would have driven her to distraction at first, but then her will would have taken over and she would have. Mi karekhalche towel kadhle ani tyanech doka pusu laaglo. Khali purnapane nagda hoto. Ani kaku samor badvar padun mala baghat hoti. Mi bilkul sharma nahi balagli. Already maaza sota taathlela. Mi kakula mhanalo, “Radha kaku, jara kes pusun deta ka. Ole aahet.”Kaku mhanalya,”Ye ikde”.Mi tasach bottomless sota havet udvat kaku paryanta gelo. Kakunni towel ghetle ani maze doka pusu laaglya. Lagnagharatlya gamati jamti saangu laaglya. Mi tyanchyasamor taathlelya sota gheun nagda ubha hoto. Pan.