We celebrated being together again with an indescribable display of sexual pyrotechnics.Two weeks later, I broke my ankle in the first game of the yea.... It was no big deal except I'd be on crutches for awhile. Sunday after the game, when I hobbled into the cafeteria between the athletic dorms, a tall, rawboned girl with a shock of unruly red hair smiled at me. A chill ran down my spine. I got my tray and was waiting in line behind Brute Wyzerocek when I realized she was at my side."Hello, Peter. It was Miranda."And stop watching that crap! Put on something mentally stimulating for once in your rotten lazy life! They're doing "Don Giovanni" tonight - live from Covent Garden. Watch that! I'll have a few questions about it tomorrow and if I get the idea you weren't attending, I'll beat the living shit out of you! Sweet dreams, Penny! Oh... and another thing."What now? thought the weary girl. The harsh voice continued."I know tomorrow's one of your train days. Forget it! No more train days. Everyone was very understanding about my bereavement. Brian, my boss, readily agreed to my taking a few days off until after the funeral, so I spent the day delegating tasks to colleagues, rearranging meetings and generally ensuring that everything would be under control during this unforeseen absence from work."Sorry to hear about your uncle." It was the dozenth time I had heard these words, but this was different, for the speaker was little Connie.Here a word of explanation is needed. When I. Dr. Braxton now had his hard cock out and was pressing it against my face. I opened my mouth and took the head in and sucked it, while sliding my tongue underneath it. He blurted out she’s quite the little cock sucker. He then grabbed my head and forced his hard cock down my throat. I gagged and he withdrew it, only to force it in again. Dr. Martin dropped his pants and slid his cock through the wet folds of my pussy and hit my clit. I let out a loud sigh that was suddenly muffled by the.