And yet such animal desire as we both felt has a habit of getting its own way. This was no perfumed boudoir, we had no soft bed and silky sheets. This...was not lovemaking. This was going to be fucking.Monique slid down and crouched on her haunches, avoiding kneeling on who-knows-what, unzipped me and sucked my cock like a veteran. no frills, no twisting and turning like you see in porn, just loving having a cock in her mouth.Then she stood up, turned around, away from me, and leaned against the. My fake leather jerkin was dripping with water from the damp mist and running down to soak my skimpy tunic. It would be the final straw if my Viking sword got rusty. I’d been walking for more than an hour. I had decided to spend the night at home and return in the morning. I should have accepted the offer of a piece of floor after the Halloween party. At least I’d be warm and dry. Now I was cold and wet and lost. My chances of finding a petrol station were poor. Perhaps someone would see me and. I mean, the whole House knows by now."But then she lost her smile a second later when she glanced over my shoulder. I craned my head to follow her gaze, and saw Kendra in the hallway, leaning against the wall, her eyes sizzling green fireballs in our general direction. Amanda returned her attention to me. "You should get going." Yeah." I turned and gave Kendra a winning smile, then headed out the doors.Still Monday, I was finally done with boring lectures and lame excuses for missing homework.. Either I had "shrunk", or Carly was getting taller ... maybe even 5'11" now, she was a perfect fit in my arms ... I pulled a chair, sat down facing her, and I said "c'mere sweet girl" ... Carly straddled me, and started delivering kisses all over my face. I pulled off her sweatshirt, and T-shirt underneath. "Time to take that measurement", I reminded her, as I dropped her bra to the floor. "Ohhh ... take your time..." she said as she closed her eyes ... I went to work on her, gently loving both.