"Just my luck!" I muttered to the ceiling. British Lit, Philosophy, and then Electrical Engineering. The third one was in my wheelhouse, but the first...two ... Carlos was evidently going for the well-rounded college education. I respected him, but at the moment, I wished he'd been a bit more focused.At least his memories were pretty strong regarding the novel they were reading in Brit Lit; Middlemarch by George Eliot. George Eliot, but apparently this was a female author. I scanned through his. Sam let out an incoherent stream of curses and called me a bunch of names, as his body quaked and trembled over me, causing more of his sweat to rain down upon my skin, and he kept trying to shove his cock even deeper inside me. He pulled my hair and mauled my face with his mouth. He kissed my mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and at one point he even took a big mouthful of my hair, as he shot his wad up my butt. And as I said, it hurt like hell. But at the same time, I knew I’d never felt. “She’s tongued my ass lots, she really likes to do that, did you smell her breath before ya kissed her?” “Why did I marry you? Dave, one of these days I’m going to…" Cyn’s sentence was cut short by Scott “Can’t you guys just call a truce before this gets any worse?” “You married me for my big bent dick, remember? Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Dave lowered the gun, “Why don’t you guys start over. I’ll get the video camera and give a play by play narration”. “Are you off your meds again?” Cyn sneered.. He just moaned an "okay" into my ass in response, and kept going.Like I feared, I felt it building way too soon. I tried to tell him, but I'd lost the ability to speak. But I guess he could tell, as I felt his tongue slip from inside me and I looked down to see his head lift and his eyes meet mine. His deep voice rumbling, "It's okay baby, I want you to cum for me," just before he pulled his hand from my cock and replaced it with his mouth, sucking me in deep until I felt his chin on my balls,.