Momma took most of his anger after that. Momma used to work down at the diner, the same one her Momma ran off from, with the trucker. She was a shy yo...ng thing from the reports I heard. Her fear of men was to be expected after the poor treatment by her father. There was a young fellow who came through town every so often, he was a traveling salesman. It took almost a year for him to get Momma’s attention. It took even longer to get her to accompany him on a date. I heard they went to a movie,. We were standing near notice board and she asked me where her class is mentioning her department. I helped her finding her and found mine as well. She was not of my department but we became friends. Her Stats 32, 28, 32, Slim and was wearing shy blue color salwar kameez. I didn’t have any bad intention on her. After the college hours I saw her walking to bus stand and I too joined with her. We exchanged numbers and started our regular chat. One day I saw her in Red color Saree and my heart. “No ... please...” Her features were relaxing, the furrow between her carefully-sculpted eyebrows smoothing out. “Don’t...”I shook my head, brushing aside her appeals. “It’s too late for that, Allison,” I said. “You came here with one purpose and you failed. Now, it’s time for you to find another purpose. My purpose...”“Your purpose... ?” she asked. Her voice was slower now, her eyes still fighting but her body numb and relaxed. I doubted she could move now, even if she still had the strength. At first Jane seems unsure what to do - she is searching the room for me - our eyes meet and I smile. Beneath the table my dick is hardening something I never would have imagined as I watch them. She takes this smile as it was intended that I am fine and she starts to relax and I can see her pushing back against Marcus. He smiles a triumphant smile and holds her hips. (Later she would tell me the size of his semi hard cock had made her gasp!)They danced for a few more songs normally and then.