Pat nevervisited me in the hospital, so I presume less than subtle pressure was applied.--- O ---Our paths finally crossed again during our second sem...ster at Poly Tech. We bothhad the same Chemistry class. When our second lab project required partners wemutually picked each other. The testosterone charged group that approached me tobe their partner on the first project, only wanted to date me and get in myunderwear. Likewise, the estrogen influenced crowd wanted to be Pat's arm candy.As a side. Fuck no, he isn't...yesss...even close to as good as...mmhhm...you. I have never...uunnhh...been fucked like this by him...goddd don't stop, please don't stop."I groaned as I started fucking her again, her answers making me fuck her harder."Fuck yess bitch...a filthy whore like you deserves to be fucked hard often," I grunted as I increased my pace. Her body started twisting under me, her eyes rolling a bit as her orgasm hit her -- her hips bucking wildly against my cock, as she clawed my arms. Her stance showsThe side of her leftBreast, the blunt arcOf her belly,And the full moonOf her femininity;She is slender and firm,With a Mona Lisa smileOn her Sphinx-like face,Too beautifulFor anything but stone.On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are. .. bare minimum that we need to do it." That's thirteen thousand dollars over your budget, Barbara." Ethan took off his glasses and rubbed his nose."I've looked at the books, Ethan. You can get it," she said, pointedly staring at Coach Riles, "out of the football program." Now hold on there a minute, missy!" He'd been expecting this as soon as he'd heard about the budget meeting the woman had asked for. "This here's Texas football. This ain't some mamby-pamby back east Yankee charm school!".