No one will hear you…” The older man said, as he was putting a pair of latex gloves in his hands…The young man put one hand inside my pants from...behind. I could feel his fingers reaching my vulva and touch it over my thong.Suddenly he moved closer and I could feel his hard crotch pressing against my ass cheeks. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw the cruel smile on his face. Then I noted the other guy sitting at the desk. He had my purse emptied on the surface. “The slut is married…” He. Anyway between working on the farm and studying I didn’t have much time for a social life because of the distance I lived from the college. I used to go into Wheatland or Wilsons Mill to shoot pool evenings if I didn’t have to study or work my farm. Many days in the summer I went in for lunch and played dominoes with some of the old men for an hour or two. Once again this didn’t help the social life much. There were very few women who went into the pool hall and those that did were skanks. I. I said OK. But for a long time after that, nothing much happened after day by day our phone calls slowly increased & she often called me for an outing (in Sunday’s only) like going to the park, sea beach etc…One day she said, “I actually live alone. I am a divorcee. For the past five years, I have been living alone here.” she asked me, ” Do you have a girlfriend ?” I said no. She continued,”Hmm….but are you a virgin? Lots of boys of your age are not.” I said I was though. She asked me if I felt. ..uhh fuck.”Steve wasn't in any mood to take it easy and continued to ram his cock deep and hard into Diane.Diane gasped and screamed -- partly in pain and partly in pleasure. Her body was squirming underneath Steve as he leaned forward kissing her hard. Her tits bounced with every thrust Steve gave ramming his cock home.Her fingers clawed Steve's shoulders and she screamed shrilly into his mouth as he continued to pound her with swift, brutal motions.Steve gripped Diane's shoulders pinning her.