I could not even turn to see who it was. I tried to stop him but I was not able to.It was the first time I was experiencing groping in the train. The ...erson then moved his hands over my ass and began to grab it on top of my skirt. That day I was wearing a long cotton skirt with a black shirt on top. The stranger then began to rub my ass. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there while he pulled my skirt down until my ass was fully visible to him. Then he inserted his dick inside my pantie. “I asked the school, three times, to fix it,” Marco seethed, glancing up angrily at the creamy gray sky as we were walking down a tree-lined promenade, on the way to give our classes. Even under the penumbra of sagging clouds, I could see that the lines on Marco’s face were growing deeper, especially the crinkles on his forehead. The dude had seemed to age five years in only the short time we’d been there.Another of our colleagues was with us, Rick, a late middle-aged Clevelander with leathery. I honestly did not question why he was in Chapel Hill. I knew his family was from Burlington, so I figured that was where Randy’s doctors were. Mr.Beeker gave me the number to Randy’s room and I called that night and spoke with him and his mom. He told me how much he missed me and not to worry….he’d be home in no time. Two and a half weeks later, he was finally released from the hospital. I still remember the day he came home because I sped all the way to his house to see him. He looked pale. "OH FUCK! DAMN!" Kerry yelled."Shut up Kerry. You're going to get us caught. I want some too. Quit yelling." Denise scolded Kerry."Sorry. God it feels good!" Kerry apologized. She looked so unbelievably erotic. Laying on her back, her hands on my shoulders, her knees pushed up near her chin and her feet above her head. She stared at my eyes as I fucked deep into her wet pussy, touching bottom. Denise leaned over Kerry and bent toward my face. She opened her mouth and it found my mine. She.