Geez, must be one of those prof types from the college. Ultra-nerd. Freaky. What's he doing here? Must have got lost.He felt totally out of place. He ...was out of place. What was he doing here anyhow? Sweating and feeling uncomfortable, that was what he was doing here. Get up and leave? Not yet, damn it.The poetry. Remember the poetry. Why? Maybe it'll take your mind off this damn nervousness. He began tapping the rhythm on the tabletop. The singsong syllables struggled to emerge from his larynx,. Picking up the bat again, I turned to see what had become of his partner. I found him clutching his broken arm while trying to crawl toward his fallen gun. He was still a couple feet away when I kicked it across the floor and tapped him lightly in the temple with the bat. I was pretty sure neither of them ever even saw my face, at least not long enough to make out any details. A quick search revealed neither was carrying a second gun, though one had a knife, which I used to cut a square of. She rubbed my cock back and forth across the folds of skin at heaven’s gate, while biting down on her lower lip. “This feels sooooo good!” she said, as she feverishly worked the head of my manhood across her clit and labia. “Put me in,” I begged. Beth Ann was ready. So was I. She settled down on to my manhood, slowly sliding my ten-inch steel rod into her hot pussy. It was a bit of a tight fit, but after a few minutes, there was no complaint and no uneasiness, just her vagina muscles clamping. Now she always gets suspicious that something will ruin whatever we have planned. I'm hoping this time things will end differently, that we'll both enjoy ourselves. We really need for it to be different this time, not like all the other times we've tried to do something together since I went to the clinic. It's really important that we have a good weekend together." Together? There's that same word you keep saying. You say that word a lot to me now. You and Joyce getting together, Doing things.