"Now you're gonna get it, bitch!" he growled, drilling his rock-hard prick all the way into her shamelessly exposed cunt. "Take my fucking cock all th... way up your cunt!"Her climax raged through her cunt, exploding around her puckered pussy-opening and trapping Don's cock like a vise. She bucked around wildly as she impaled herself violently on Don's driving cock-shaft."Unnnggghhhh, uuunnngggghhhh! Fuck meeeee!" she wailed, panting loudly."Fuck the living shit out of me! Aannggghhhhh!"Don. .. well, you get the picture. It didn't work anyway.Somehow I muttled through two classes that morning with one left in the afternoon. I hoped that I had maintained my professional demeanor but I had a pretty good suspicion that many of the students knew that I was green. Several of the girls stopped by my desk to say hi and bat their pretty eyes at me. At the time I thought that there was no way that they could sway my objective opinion of them, which was strictly based on their academic. They became a couple and Becky, and Stephanie came along quickly after they were married.Since I suspected Lisa wasn't telling me the truth about what she did, I easily jumped to the conclusion that my brother Richard was involved, whether he knew he was or not. The family reunion/picnic where they played their 'kissing game' led me to the conclusion that besides everything else, she desired him sexually. I was worried about that, but in her words, "We are both adults" and the way they were. The day I buried Kate, I quit on life. I was tired, worn out and heartbroken for the second time in my life. I had no desire to move forward and never returned to work. It didn’t take long for me to mentally shut my body and mind down.Several weeks later, as I lay in ICU at the same hospital that Michelle had died decades earlier, I was at peace. When I buried Kate, the last reason I had for living was gone. I went home and got in the bed. I had no reason to get out of the house and weeks.