Ivey imaginedshe was very conservative in bed, quiet, always on the bottom in themissionary position, and how he would force her to take it doggystyle.....she would resist him, beg him not to and after throwing herviolently on the bed and forcing him on her, she would see herconservatism melt away as she begged for more, begged him to fuckher...and almost without conscious thought her right hand traveled up tofeel her vagina. Her crotch was wet and she felt warmth from her groinand an electric. “I guess there are laws that we might be breaking that would destroy our family and I don’t want that.”“Have you talked to Suzy today.?”“Yes,” she said, “but all I told her was that we were going out for dinner. Dad, can we go over the lists?”“Sure,” I said, “but let’s order first.”After ordering, I opened the “bits are bits” list and went over it. Her list was surprisingly complete, and we talked about some of the differences like a cock versus a boner. She asked a bunch of questions and for. I still was struggling to breathe, coughing as he railed my face. My coughs covered his dick and balls in spit before he finally gave me a moment to breathe. As soon as I had taken a breath, though, he was back to fucking me. And thats how it went for a solid ten minutes, he would slam into my face until I thought I was bound to pass out, then a second to gulp down hair, and the cycle would repeat. He was pushing me, I could tell, until I began to panic with his cock down my throat. And panic I. “Is he talking to his hand again?” When Trip snickered instead of answering, Jeff shook his head. “You’re sick, Luke,” he said. “And don’t ever touch me with that hand again.”Still laughing, we all headed to the Presidential dining hall.On Sunday, I got up, worked out, took a shower, then met Kendall and Gina for breakfast. Over the past couple of days, Gina had come out of her shell and was acting more like the girl I loved. She still wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being at UT, but she.