" Thanks." She smiled at me as I climbed out of the tub.The very strange situation I found myself in was pretty much on my mind when I went back into ...the cottage. I tried studying for a while, but my text books didn't make much sense with the way my mind was so thoroughly sidetracked by the conversation I'd just had with my land lady. I could hear the jets running out in the tub through the back wall and that didn't help my concentration. I'd never fantasized about Mrs. Finley, but now, knowing. I buttered my English Muffin can drank my juice. It didn't seem very likely that my "romantic partner" and I would hook up. I wondered what the statistics were for meathead narcissist and sexually retarded, confused girl who could beat up anybody.That was depressing. I was sexually retarded. I mean. 19 and never screwed? That would fit the definition, I was sure. And confused. Yea, I guess I was. I was interested in anybody that would do me. Period. But on my terms. Not those gropers in the. I looked up at Brain and he said 'guide my dick into your ass bitch'. As soon as I touched Brian's cock it twitched and slipped from my grasp. Brian looked at me and said 'don't play with me, put that dick in your ass'. I git hold of his cock again and guided it to my puckering anus. As soon as Brian's cock head touched my aching anal opening he lunged deep into my super lubed butt hole. He sunk balls deep at once and started to grind his stiff cock up into my body. I caught hold of Brian's. “Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse.