He was just wild and tortured.’ Her eyes filled with tears. And she looked straight into his deep green eyes. ‘He’s never going to get any bette.... He’s always going to be tortured by his mind for the rest of his life. What kind of fucking life is that?’ Philip didn’t speak. He only looked at her, seeing her compassion flower. ‘I didn’t think…’ she started to say. ‘Are you hungry.’ ‘I told you I’m starving.’ ‘I meant did you want to eat now?’ ‘Yes, I guess.’ ‘Here on the couch or at the table?’. Silence is all that surrounds her. In the distance the sounds of the city’s night life come filtering in, but otherwise nothing else. There is something nagging at her in the back of her mind, but she’s afraid to turn around again and find out that she’s right. A chill runs through her, but she shakes her head and steps forward. The moment she does, the woman hears a low growl.For just one moment she considers running. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll be able to make it to the end of the alley and. I got up on my knees behind her and took my cock and started to rub it all around her wet pussy. I had one hand on her ass check and the other was grinding my cock around and up and down her wet slit. Over and over I would press it against her clit and then rub it back and forth. As my cock would slide across the opening to her pussy and could feel Megan pushing back trying to get me inside her. I slowly aligned my cock head up with her opening and with just a little pressure I felt the head. Mr. Paterson, or rather Lenny reached down to unzip his fly, working on taking off his pants right away. Suddenly, I remembered that he told me to call him by his first name "Lenny" when class was over for the day, making it seem like we were having a secret forbidden affair or something. Of course, I didn't realize it at first but we were in fact having such an affair because sadly he had a wife and two k**ds waiting for him at home.Without saying a word, Lenny pulled out his already fully.