I grabbed her hips, holding her in place, and pushed.She let out a yelping noise.Her sound got me even harder. I paused, watching as I got my head ins...de her ever-so-tight cunt. I pushed farther into her pelvis, and again she made that yelping sound that sent fire into my bloodstream. "Fuck, Priscilla, you're so fucking tight."She moaned; the side of her face still buried against the pillows, her hands clutching the bedspread for stability. I felt goosebumps as my oversized cucumber violated. You can at least be honest with me." All right, all right. The worst part," she quieted down and looked out the window past me. "I guess my roommate's boyfriend," she said.I looked at her curiously."He was always around. That kept pointing out that I did not have anyone. Anytime we went out, I was that third wheel. It kinda sucked."I nodded."It would have been easier if Mark hadn't tried to fix me up with every guy that he knew." What was wrong with them?" Mark is the artsy type, so all he. I was so excited. I said but I cant wear these when I go out. he asked me to wear those dresses when I am in front of him for next 2 months. Then I can wear those dresses when I go out with friends. He asked me to try dresses as they may fit or not. He said he guesses my sizes and ordered them.I forgot that I was not wearing a panty and removed my pant to try those new dresses in front of him. He was able to see my pussy little bit as it was still covered with my top. I tried them all and. The floor outside the left side of the closet began to rise. It was an elevator big enough for four people to ride in. Running Elk and I got in and went down. It lowered into a panic room. There were two bunk beds and a bathroom under the one upstairs. There was survival stuff on shelves. Next to the lift was a gun rack. There were six combat shotguns, four assault rifles, two sniper rifles, twelve pistols, eight combat knives and several cases of ammo. We picked up four pistol holsters and an.