'I'm Hazel Adams of course. I've seen you in the library and someone told me you're a History major, and that's why I need to talk with you.' Didn't n...ed clicks for this. She wanted something, she was gonna have to offer something: it's the American way.Hazel, if I can, I will. I gotta admit, I seen you about some, and you're a pleasure to notice. Whaddya need?' Her look segued into pleased.'Uh, you did the World Studies course, right?' I nodded, and she gabbled on. 'Well, I'm doing it this. She shook her head. Leave it to me to fall in love with the one man I shouldn’t. Shaking her head she got up out of the shower and toweled herself dry while her new found discovery lay at the forefront of her mind. She got into bed and lay there thinking over how and why this had happened, but soon her brain, tired from pondering the unponderable turned itself off and she slept. —- The next morning Leanna got up early and much to her relief was the only one up. She quickly ate breakfast then. I have a suspicion she fucked him, but she has yet to admit it. It took me a year and a half for her to admit he touched her pussy.So, armed with the knowledge of this appetite of hers, I have found myself dabbling in her world which is uncharted territory for me. I am a very jealous, controlling type. Feeling that her pussy belongs to me and is for my eyes only. And before the ladies reading this story get upset with the possession thing, know that I give the same respect in return. My cock is. She had all the time she could want to lay in bed and avoid the world.Long quiet days, though, meant way too much time to think. Her summer had gotten progressively more humiliating, and she really didn't need endless time to reflect.But that's what she did. For three days, she hid inside and relived all of it. The shower, the horrible thing on the deck, the awkward dinner and the humiliating spectacle under the stars that followed.It wasn't the things he'd done to her, some of that was.