I did this half a dozen times before he finally saw and I watch his eyes go wide ever so slightly.Other the next few days I repeated this and once did... it when I was going commando, it was a risk but I wanted to see what he would do. Anyway, it paid of. That time as I was leaving when class was over he asked me to stay back so he could have a word. I did and remained in my seat. Once everyone had left he asked me to accompany him into his office and of course I did. As soon as we sat down he. Was it his pride, his ego, or the hurt he felt that kept him from answering the phone? Probably all three, he thought. She was my wife for ten years and I never even gave her a chance to speak to me. If I had, would we still have divorced? Would I have taken her mother from Tammy? At that time, would I have been able to forgive her? These were all questions Gary was asking himself, questions he had no answer for. Then he started to feel ashamed of himself. All his life he was a fighter. He. And then Sam did a bad thing - he got caught smoking pot, and he had just enough on him to qualify him as a dealer (which he wasn't). First offense, a plea bargain, and he walked away with sixty days in jail on a work release program, five years probation, mandatory counseling and one hundred hours of community service. And, of course, a felony record.For the next several years nothing changed. Sam fucked Debbie: Sam fucked Connie, and I in my total and absolute ignorance of what was happening,. Prayed to god. But soon enough he was lowering himself over me. Briefly, I felt the hardness of his cock brush against the inside of my thigh, and I gasped. I'd only felt it briefly, but it was huge - thicker than anything I'd forced inside myself before. There was no way it was going to fit inside me. No way. I tried to close my legs then, to cover up my pussy from his probing hands. But as I did so, he growled, forcing them apart. "I'm having you, slut..." He hissed, voice sounding suddenly.