She began to have these small twitches that I could feel in her neck as her muscles tensed for a moment before seeming to lock into a taut position. S...e remained that way for the rest of our mutual orgasm. Except for one detail: she moved my cock out of her throat so she could taste my cum. It was one of the many things I loved about her. She loved my cum. She always wanted more. If some spilled onto my leg or the bed sheet or the kitchen table, after making sure that I had no more to give and. Few talks and I learned she was from my college 2 year junior and I had done the ragging of her and her friends as well, making an instant connection and we had a great laugh. She was working in the bank and was a single mother (my luck).I promised her to take extra notice for her kid Dev as we were in friendly position. We exchanged numbers as well.Soon that day I got text “thank you for everything, it’s so comforting to see and meet old friend in new town”I was happy to see that and then one. "Well, certainly you weren't followed," he countered with a nervous laugh. "Why would you be? In broad daylight? Preposterous! Forget I mentioned it. Come in, come in!" he exclaimed, grabbing the flustered girl’s arm and yanking her inside. He shot another cautious look down the street, then secured the door with a clang, latching not one but three separate deadbolts. With Abby in tow, the professor set off down a dimly lit corridor leading to an untidy office. Sweeping dust and assorted. I didnt want to be that guy who used that to hurt her. But I couldnt tell her the truth. I could never tell anyone, ever. I walked down the hall and knocked on Katies door. Go away. Katie, Abbys gone. Can I come in. NO! she shouted, I cant even look at you right now. I heard the door lock click as I reached for the door knob. She had never locked me out when I wanted to talk. Katie please. Im not moving until you open your door. I stood there for 10 minutes before I finally sat down. I had.