Sam came in. ‘Oh! Hello Cathy! How are you?’ Sam looked around, confused. Were those tears on her cheeks? Why would John have hurt her? ‘Are…y...ou okay?’ His voice filled with concern. ‘Sorry, Sam. I just got a little emotional. John’s getting dressed right now. By the way, call me Catherine, okay?’ She smiled and, taking a handkerchief from her purse, wiped her eyes, then took out her compact and tried to repair the tear damage. ‘Done, M’lady. John? You should hurry. What are you planning to. ‘Greetings Student Yang Kol,’ one of the others replied. According to etiquette teachers only added a students first name to the student title when addressing one. The same form of addressing was used by students addressing lower ranked students. But it was common courtesy for students of same rank to add both first and last name. When lower ranked students addressed higher ranked students etiquette demanded they address the higher ranked student by full rank title, and both first and last. I begin thrusting my massive meat inside her. Stroke after stroke, I buried my cock deeper. It is all she can do to resist screaming at the top of her lungs. My thrusts decreased in intensity. Rather than long hard strokes, I only slightly move my dick in her pussy. Unconsciously, she raised her legs high in the air to allow my cock full access to her cunt. " Damn, Marci, I'm going to cum in you so deep. Don't fight it. You know you want it. Just let it go, baby," I whisper. I increase my. .. shit ... anyway,”. I was frustrated and couldn’t think of the words I wanted. “I get why you might not want to continue things, and I don’t want to sound clingy, but, goddamn it, I feel like shit.” There I said it.She stood up, now with tears in her eyes. “Stand up, we need to go inside where people don’t see us.” She matched action to the word and I followed. Standing in my living room, the door not even quite shut, she took a deep breath and said, “You’re the one that said you didn’t do.