“There’s nothing you can do about what happened, Cody,” he said sympathetically. “And I don’t like people talking about things like that any...ay. I’m going to see if I can get either you or Lattimore moved out of your dormitory building. The best we can do is keep him as far from you as possible. I don’t wanna see you thrown in jail for killing that bastard.”He didn’t like Stanley or his father either. Like most people at school, he hated the Lattimores’ racist behavior.“Keep an eye on him,” Mr.. It wasn't as if any of the guys cared about that, not with her, not with any woman they had been with. Once they were satiated, they each pulled out and sat or lay down around the room.Brian stretched out on the bed, bumping Ed to one of the chairs. He looked at the woman, dripping in cum, and his lip curled in disgust."God, MRS. Dexter, you are a fucking mess. You better clean up before you get out of here or everyone in this hotel will know what a slut you are. Of course, that's what you are,. I’ll make it worth your while.” Holy fuck she was right. Nikki couldn’t check into the dorm until Saturday so I booked us a suite for Friday night. I headed out from Seattle and picked her up early on Friday. We got to school and checked into the hotel. Nikki said she wanted to rest before we partied. She told me to swing through campus, meet my friends and then pick up some food and come back. She was going to nap. Yeah, right.I got back to the hotel about 7:30 pm. When I walked in it was. She wanted sex more, and began experimenting with different positions. To my surprise she even tried anal one evening while she was on the computer. I was elated needless to say, and thought the whole thing was healthy for our sex life. It got healthier than she expected. Oddly enough, I also noticed the increased number of calls on our phone.A couple of months later, my wife told me that she had finally met the man on the phone. He was a younger truck driver who had stopped by the house after.