The piano had stopped, and it was dead silent. I felt weak. I fell to my knees out of shock. Everyone took a note of me, pointed to me, and grinned ma...iciously. I could hear the voices again when they did that, and I couldn't tell if it was myself, or if they were speaking."I told you you would end up alone." This is why you should have killed yourself." What made you think I would have been your friend?" This is why I never approved of you and Ella." It was him, he did it!"That one hit me like. My pussy is saved for a real man with a real cock. No BJs either. Only a real man can force me to my knees and get me to suck him off. Only a wank for a little wanker like you." "Yes, yes that's perfectly reasonable. I'm lucky to get a handjob. You know I want the best for you," John groaned. He reached to kiss her but she pushed him back. "Do you seriously want me to cuckold you?" "Yes yes yes, you know I do," gasped John as he was getting closer.Jayne nodded and appeared to consider. Then Harry spread her cheeks open with his frenzied fingers and she felt him probe her anally until she was forced to spray her love-juice all over his hand.They rested for a moment and then he entered her rear door tentatively with his gently prodding manhood screwing her down, down, down into the white fluffy carpet until she exploded with her joyful juices in an epic orgasm jolting her no longer virginal passageways with cosmic pleasure.The sounds of her passion aroused Harry into frantic. "I don't—" Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist." Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe." Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink." By which you mean, to resume our brief discourse early in the session and interrogate me for further information," he said."That would be a topic of conversation," she replied calmly."Then I ask your pardon," said the colonel. "I can reveal.