I could call for international aid. I couldmake my suffering a very public affair. The problem was my people. If I ranaway, or got someone involved. I... could mean war. Bombings, famin, citiesburnt and destroyed. Sure, we could involved the UN. Maybe even the US ifthey chose to get involved to stop a humanitarian crises and bombed selectedmilitary locations in Formta. It would still mean suffering and death on amassive scale. All so I could avoid a wedding. I couldn't do that. So Ichose to. You don't have to hit me over the head with a shovel, I dropped my pants to my ankles and hobbled over to her, I pushed the tip of my cock against her pussy and she pushed back onto me enveloping my cock. She then started riding my cock thrusting her hips back and forth, I looked down and watched as her pussy slid back and forth along the length of my cock, her pussy lips forming perfectly around my shaft and leaving it shining with her juices. She then stopped moving and moved one hand down so. A short discussion followed as to where we should go and in the end we went to Ann's place, the simple reason being that unlike me she had a full fridge and I was starving because I hadn't been able to eat anything in the hospital.After a short taxi ride which we spent in silence we arrived at her flat."Please make yourself comfortable while I make toast," Ann said and I sat down at the kitchen table, watched her moving about the kitchen with careless efficiency for two minutes, then opened my. She vowed that whenever she had an opportunity to stage a stripping or go along with someone else's plan, she would take it. Eventually, everything changed. her friends and random students alike began to test how exposed she could be and for how long before either someone told her or she "figured it out" (ie: once she got bored). Her parents and faculty members stopped caring about her constant accidental exposures and just let it happen since it would take valuable education time for her to.