After three frustrating tries, the lock gave with a twist of the knob.Hunter entered quietly with Katie at his back. He was in an office with desks an... chairs. The windows on the opposite wall looked out on the warehouse floor. An eerie yellow light filtered down from the high unseen ceiling. The air no longer felt deadened.To his left was a door. Hunter motioned with his hand to Katie to follow him and together they crept to it silently. This door was unlocked, and as they stepped through,. The tightness around my cock is making me cry out each time I slide deep into her butt, and she answers my cries with sounds of her own pleasure. My pleasure is partly from the incredible tightness of her, partly from knowing this is her first time, but mostly from the sight of my cock entering her so easily now and the obvious pleasure she is getting from getting filled anally.Now I am slamming into her butt to the hilt and she is still meeting my each push, loving every inch of man meat. Shaking my head at my roommate's continued ignorance, I dress, and head from my room. Reaching for the light switch, it flips off a moment before my hand reaches it. Looking at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles, recalling me to breakfast."Have you been watching the news lately?" Dennis asks as I pour my cereal into a bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He knows I can't abide watching the news. "I just thought you might be interested in what's been happening, you being such a dork and. Yes, that does make sense. We should let them, atone that is,” she said.“Hmm maybe,” I said.The senior play had gone well. The girls both had good parts and remembered everything that they were supposed to say. They were at the end of their senior years, and they’d gotten decent roles to play. It was a Cornelia Otis Skinner play: “Our Hearts were Young and Gay”: very suitable for high school students. At least high school students that went to the fancy academy that the Cord girls went.