There were leaves for our exams preparation, i called her at college because i know that no one will be present at college(i mean friends). we then we...t to library and there were no students and we started kissing each other at the last row of library behind the book shelves. i was smooching here passionately and she also started doing the same. then i got little more hotter and tried to unbutton her shirt (she was in shirt n jeans) and i unbutton her upper button and start pressing her boobs. ”“God, why do you have such a monster,” Monika cried out, feeling the iron bar stretching her open from the inside. Her anal ring was sliding up and down his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein, stretched so tight. Her insides began to cramp around the thick flesh, Nick shoving hard in places that had never been touched from the outside, forcing her colon to straighten to accommodate the long cock. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but Nick cared little, grunting and groaning on top. She rolled over on her bed, her groan being muffled by her Egyptian cotton pillowcase. She immediately rolled all the way off her bed, and ran to the bathroom, making the chocolate cake come rising up her throat and into the toilet. Her insides heaved."Emma?" her mom called."One minute," she shouted back.She swished some minty Scope around in her mouth, gargled, spit, and splashed some cold water on her face."What?" she asked, coming out of her bathroom, wiping her face and hands on a towel. If the neighbours had been more tolerable, she and her husband would never have contemplated moving at all. Leastwise, not so soon after having moved in. Cissy snatched some letters and a copy of the New York Times out of the mail box, slammed shut its lid, and continued her stride up the front walk. She concentrated her gaze on the newspaper photograph of President Truman shaking hands with one of Uncle Joe Stalin's comrades. She was glad that at least some things were still normal.When Cissy.