I close my book and follow them out the door. When i gett into the hall i look for any sign of where she might of dragged him. Im not gonna let that l...il slut do anythin to dante. From a distance i hear the sound of people going up stairs. I take off toward the stairs and head up to the roof most of the time the door is locked but for some reason it wasn't today. I opened the door slowly and peaked my head through, looking around i didn't see any sign of them. I walked onto the roof searching. She would wait her turn, enjoying the sight of fucking, delighting in Nancy’s moans. Jon’s cock was at least six inches into Nancy’s pussy, her milky girl cum was coating his shaft, glistening as he went in and out, fucking her deeply. “Oooh yes Jon! Oh Jon fuck my pussy you fucker! Fuck me Jon! Fuck me!” Nancy’s breasts were hovering around Jon’s face, her nipples brushing his lips, teasing him. Jon caught one of her cherry red nipples and suckled on her as his cock pumped harder and harder.. It didn’t wake him up, so I got more courage and touching his balls, inner thighs and all and removed my dress and started masturbating. He woke up suddenly and saw me in a very awkward position. He was quite shocked and slapped me very hard. I kept on saying sorry to him for what happened. For about 3 days it was very awkward but somehow managed to pass because of office.On weekend, he finally spoke to me and asked me what the hell that happened another day. I confessed him everything, how. Recently, I lost the love of my life. I don’t think one can ever truly recover from that. I am referring of course to my dear wife Chantal Cavalier. A six-foot-tall, beautifully voluptuous and dark-skinned young black woman who was destined to become the love of my life. We met at Boston College Law School in 1984. Like me, she was a Boston College graduate who opted to stick around for a couple more years. Long enough to get a law degree. She came from a long line of Eagles. Her brother Joss.