“OK, Becky, talk,” I said evenly.“Can’t you please be a bit nicer?” she asked softly. “Please?”I took a deep breath, let it out, and sai..., “I’m sorry. Tell me what you want to talk about.”“Everything, I guess,” she sighed. “Everything I did wrong. Everything I messed up. About our baby. About my deceiving you. About the abortion. About us,” she said, a tear rolling down her cheek.On reflex, I moved my hand to wipe the tear away and Becky smiled at me, that same smile that had always melted my. I give her a hand and we walk to the bathroom. Hand in hand we step into the tub. I sink to my knees, my tongue trailing saliva along the way, down over her naked body. I stop at her tits sucking briefly on each nipple. I continue down over her belly (drilling briefly into her belly button), and I finally reach the hot mound and I lick all the way down the slit, gateway to her delicious, cum filled pussy.Crouching down further on my knees, I lick, looking up at her thirstily. She grins and. Then, Kiran was the third-year leader. The second-year leader elected by us was Suraj. The first-year leader is selected by the third year and the second year by us, the fourth years.”“Why is that?” I said. “ It’s basically because the third years want revenge for being treated the same way they were first years. So do the same for their juniors, and we seniors want respect, so second years are our slaves.” I did not understand why this was all happening in the first place.He said, “Ok. Come. ”“Sorry.”“I know, but you’ll probably do it again.”“Probably, yes,” I agreed, “Is Jason still there?”“Yes, but I’ll ask him to go if you want.”“No, don’t do that.”“Okay,” she said cheerfully. “Oh by the way.”“What?”“I left the phone on deliberately.”It wasn’t far, so I risked driving and luckily I never saw a police car. Gayle opened the front door and ran into my arms kissing me and punching me all at the same time.“You... you bloody muppet.”God, she felt good in my arms, she’d obviously just.