Maybe if I had I wouldn’t have been so lonely. But I like being able to decide on who gets to steal my food out of the fridge or borrows my clothes ...ithout asking.I moved into my apartment a couple of weeks before class started. I knew right away that I’d probably end up getting a roommate or two. It was too big. I felt like I was going to get lost in my own home. My grandparents have money. And they sprung for the nicest place they could find. Which is great. But it was a 3 bedroom apartment.. I moan onto your cock. "Okay," you say a little breathlessly. You bend down, and put your hands under my arms and pick me up. I wrap my legs around your waist, and you grab the back of my head, and force your solid mouth to mine. The tiny scratches from your neatly trimmed beard exhilarate my mouth further. Roughing the soft texture of my lips. You start walking down the hall. Carrying me. One hand holding onto my ass, the other firmly clutched into my long locks, making sure my mouth. 'Claire? Claire are you there? I thought you might like to attend our studies together...?' Lucy walked on the wooden slats of the landing, towards Claire's bedrooms. She received no reply and after repeated calls she resigned herself to her sister's absence. Having not seen her sister since breakfast, Lucy sought out Winny to enquire as to her missing sister's whereabouts. 'I haven't seen Miss Claire since breakfast, Miss Lucy. Last she said she was going to take a stroll around the grounds?'. He worked hard at seducing me, and after what had gone before, I was very vulnerable. I played along, and before the end of the dance, he asked to come to my apartment. I had gone further with him than I had intended, but what I realized when he asked that question was that I didn't want to have an affair. I didn't want to cheat on my husband. I never allowed that fantasy again, and I always knew that what I was doing was for my husband and not for me. I think that attitude came through. I was.