..”I stopped as a pretty brunette walked over; her stare never wavered from me.She stopped in front of me and said, “Hi, Tim.”It took me that lo...g to recognize her from how much she had filled out since last year.I said, “Hi, Laura. Why are you staring at me?”“Because I like looking at you, silly.”“Why do you like looking at me?”“Because I think you’re nice to look at. I look at you all the time.”“You do? When do you look at me?”“In class, mostly. Sometimes I dream about you like this. I like. I close my eyes to take a nap and wake around nine that night. I make my way to the bar and my table is still there. The bartender asks if I want my usual and I tell him to bring me a coffee, instead. I sit there nursing the coffee and the man in the suit sits down again, uninvited. He smiles and says he’s happy to see I’m not smoking and drinking tonight. I give a slight smile and ask him if his offer is still open, admitting I’d like to talk to someone now. We sit for another hour, both. Rick held her legs. One arm flailed uselessly as Bill sodomized her, pushing himself deeper with each hard thrust. "It's fucking tight" Bill said. "You got to try this next." "I'm still trying to recover from the cunt, man." He was thinner than Rick but his cock was longer and reached deep into her colon, the head deep inside her. He started slow but when he got deep enough in, Bill started to get rough. He picked up speed and pumped her hard. Lisa heard their sweaty skin slapping together as. Also I figured if something went down, I was positive I could kick his ass. We arrived at the parking lot and I parked the car in the rear in the dark. When I parked, I noticed another car with an old guy receiving a blow job from a younger guy…a really younger guy. But who am I to judge? I unzipped his pants, took out that hose of a cock and began sucking. As I was sucking him, I took off my pants and underwear and climbed on top of him…bareback. As previously mentioned, I couldn’t take his.