‘Let’s see what that is,,’ With that she carefully raised her butt up and reached for my cock with one hand. She wrapped her hand around the rig...d cock and asked in wonderment,’ What should I do with this?’ Her sweet face was staring down at me and couldn’t help but see the pleading in my eyes. ‘Fuck me,’ I begged. ‘Please, God, fuck me.’ Instead of putting my cock into her pussy she sat back down on the top of my legs and grabbed my cock with both hands. She bent over and kissed the tip of my. No more ski trips. No more spring break trips. Nosummer trip, if they had any idea of inviting us down one week." Dammit Matt, stop being so practical over there. Colt, you know he'sright though. We trash Noah's house and it is all down the tubes," Krissaid with my phone going off. I raced over to see it was Corey sending mea text message and saying he wanted me to come down. I said goodbye aftergetting all the plans for the night for the big poker game.His door was open when I went down. I. Go back there ... and now that I really should be going back there, it's the last place in the world I'd want to go."Hartman leaned back in her chair."You've changed. As you'd put it, you've evolved, you're an organism that adapted to a new environment. Your original environment no longer suits you. And maybe it never did." I 'spose that's true, Dr. Hartman. But I'm not adapted to this one either, 'cause if I was, I'd be a lot happier."Hartman took the cue; that was the opening she needed to. He always sleeps with Mrs. Jacobs. In the morning he goes back to his place for breakfast. It's weird. He's not Mr. Jacobs, we know that. Neither one of them have ever admitted to sleeping together either, but they've never hidden it from anyone. She's never said anything about what he does in public, even when he does it right in front of her. Hell, he gives her the same treatment! You've met Mrs. Jacobs. Can you picture the two of them as a couple?"Betty had to laugh at the picture. She could.