I hurried down the hall to the restroom, darted into a stall and quickly relieved myself. I looked at my watch and it was fifteen after eleven. I dart...d out of the Boys Room and almost ran right smack into someone. I jumped back, to avoid the impending collision. It was Ms. Wey. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed, as she grabbed my jacket to avoid falling. “I know we just met,” she remarked, “but slow down before someone gets hurt.” I apologized profusely as she let go of my jacket and we both regained. He grunted as he continued to move his cock in her. He lost all control and slammed himself into her as hard and as fast as he could, setting off a smaller orgasm in her on the coat tails of the last. He arched his back and shouted, "Ah, Kelly! Fuck!"She had very little voice left and could only manage small moans as their pleasure bled together and he shot load after load deep inside her. She felt the warmth of him deep in her womb and sighed in satisfaction. His body shuddered over hers and. ‘Will you be all right?’ ‘Of course.’ She sniffled. ‘I’ll just miss you.’ The last time was the best. Slow, unhurried, explorative. Give and take between two lovers. This time, he learned what made her breathless and took her there several times before joining her on that rare plane. Twice. He coaxed her into taking another shower with him and was ecstatic to find fresh coffee brewing while she fried bacon and eggs for him. ‘I didn’t know how you liked your eggs … ‘ ‘Anyway you make them is. I want everyone to be on time and tell the truth,” I said. I thought that sounded like a pretty good rule to have. Everyone nodded. Barbara Jean crossed her arms, and Cheyenne who knew me best of all could tell I was just winging it. They both looked impatient about my new rules.“Well, the other thing is that this is my house and whatever I say goes here and I mean it,” I said.“So, be honest and whatever you say is the rule, got it” Cheyenne shrugged and rolled her eyes.“Nuh-uh, that isn’t it,.