He catches me from behind as I try to open it and I feel his breath and then his nose and lips against my neck. I don't want to succumb to him. I'm no...ody's bitch. I bend forward ever so slightly, in a moment of weakness and he decisively shuts the door. Now I'm arching my back reflexively, breathing heavier and trying not to enjoy the sensation of his cock against my back side. He peels back my speedo about half way and slaps his hard cock on clammy cheeks. I'm cold in the air conditioning,. I positioned myself above her and taking her right wrist in one hand and right ankle in the other tried dragging her up out from the gap. Her chest was actually quite tightly wedged in the gap between the two pieces of ancient weathered granite, squashing her left breast. I pulled harder, her dress tore as I dragged her pale, grazed left breast free. Her eyes remained unfocused but she couldn't help blinking and I could tell she was breathing gently as I lay her spread-eagled on her back.. Still living at home, it didn't help that his parents were always gone on business trips for weeks at a time making the loneliness so much stronger.His parents lived in a very upper middle class neighborhood with a sizable 5 bed, 3 1/2 bathroom house which seemed like overkill, seeing as how Brian was an only child left to his own devices most of the time. Brian was typically never home himself as he felt the house was too big for him alone and was constantly out doing odd jobs for his. “Struggling with the Conversation of Momentum my dear?” Kevin asked with a grin. “Absolutely,” I replied, somewhat still not sure what I had located. “Fear not, everyone around me makes A’s.. Right boys?” he said. The gallery gave a resounding shout and went immediately back to their conversation, with somewhat devilish grins. “Whenever you’re ready,” I said. Kevin just grinned and then told me his story, or rather… racket. “I take care of the Universities finest… and you certainly fit in.