His recovery had been about the same amount of time as mine had been, but he needed a year of prep school to be accepted at Purdue so he was a freshma.... He hadn't chosen a major yet, but was thinking along the lines of teaching math or science. The new guy, Dominic Sanchez, had been in the Third Marines. He was a short fireplug with a deep gravelly voice, a jarhead through and through. As an enlistee he had been kept after the conflict ended and was also a freshman. He was studying aeronautical. ”“You what?” I demanded.“Nay,” He said, “They banned slave’ry back in thirty three and anyroad nobs got fed up wi novelty an let most of ‘em go free.”“Bloody heck,” I said, “Where the bloody hell do I find a nice plump virgin for tonight?”“Tonight, Thee’ll be bloody lucky to find one in Salford at all, thee’ll have to marry a nob lad!” he laughed.I had a think. Go without, risk whore house or marry a nob. Marrying a nob seemed best idea.I had a think and thought nobs hung out at Queens Hotel so. ‘You’re only here for today?’‘Afraid so. So best make the most of thi-‘ I stopped, both my words and my thrusting. The sound of the shop doorbell rung through the store, followed by the door closing and footsteps. ‘Hello?’ a male voice called out. The woman I was currently inside had wide eyes. She was frozen in place as if in the spontaneous nature of it all, she hadn’t considered being interrupted. I considered my options as we heard the customer wander around the store, ‘Guess we better wrap. I can barely make out her face in the light but it’s one of I guess confusion and I start to help her up almost on auto pilot till she’s standing. I sit her on the bed and roll her onto her back and arms. Wilma doesn’t seem like she’s in pain but when I pull her legs up and press them against her chest exposing her pussy her eyes are wide in either anticipation or fear, I’m not sure which. Gently I use my fingers and I start to rub her clit in slow circles getting a moan for my touch. She’s a.