I braced my self, swish, swish, swish, each stroke stung making me cry out but I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of standing. Swish, swis..., swish, swish, I put my hand back to feel the lines criss-crossing my taut bum cheeks.“One extra stroke for trying to stop me,” she shouted triumphantly.“I wasn’t trying to stop…”She leaned down to look me in the face, smiling, “Don’t argue with me, that is two more strokes, three extra in total.”I heard the girls giggle but kept my face looking. He rolled on a fresh condom andwe finally commenced vaginal intercourse. The two of us had sex everyopportunity we had but this was the best yet, who says sex suffers aftermarriage? I was drowning in sweat as Hank continued to hammer mywomanhood with his rock hard tool until we both climaxed.I wore his broad frame like a warm blanket, still lightly grinding myhips into him. *Huff, Huff, Huff* "You've been exercising, haven't you?"I asked."I wanted this to be a night to remember" he. ”“True,” I admitted.“Clarissa, I don’t mean to offend you, but is there any help you could get?”“Tasha,” I said gently. “She didn’t decide one day to like girls any more than you decided one day to like boys or any more than I decided to like girls. It’s just who we are. You wouldn’t go for help to stop liking boys, would you?”“No. I’m sorry. It’s just, well, not something I understand.”“Given your upbringing, I’m not surprised,” I said. “Russian culture has a real bugaboo with homosexuality,. As they completed the tour they walked back to Professor Austin’s office and sat down with him. He tore open his manilla envelope and handed the professor a copy of his transcript that they sent to the school along with a blank schedule. Austin brought up all the available courses he could take and set him up with a schedule that would balance nicely. He also had required meeting with Austin twice a week. As Riley looked over the schedule written for him the Professor broke his train of.