Again it was crude and quick, and as I watched his ass rise and fall, I started to continue where I left off, only to be disappointed, as he stopped a...nd just lay on top of her.He had ejaculated inside her, before eventually getting up and using her dress, wiped himself off and tucked himself back inside his pants.As I surveyed and looked around for my friends, I caught a flash, it was him taking photographs with his phone, then standing over her, he dialed a number and started talking, laughing. She new eventually the novelty would wear off and it would become the daily grind, like it had every year since grade school. As she glanced at her class list she saw a new name in the professor column next to her favorite class, Art History. Then she remembered why. At the end of last semester her professor had announced he was retiring. Her professor had been a sweet, white haired old man, who had a fondness for Irish whiskey and fine Cuban cigars. She was sad to remember him gone and was. She warned me then, with the direction it appeared I was moving my life in, she wasn't sure she could even bear to remain my friend. Hearing her say that, I knew the events of the past week had really affected her. To say she might not even want to be friends with me, that was a blow. She told me she'd think about our situation, and she did promise to speak with me again, when I phoned her on the following Sunday. I thought the call had gone pretty much about the way I'd expected it to, with. " Told you," he gasped, his rapidly hardening boner swelling in Alda's mouth and skillful hands."Mmmm," Alda purred, licking his swollen cockhead. "So, you can have me when you want, big boy; you gonna fuck me raw?" You bet," he gasped and his cock gave another heave in her mouth."You better," Alda whispered, sinking her mouth down on the length of his prick, until Gillian saw her throat swell as she took his cockhead right in.Gillian shivered at the horrible sight. She turned away, her eyes.