But, I think he is great guy, not a perfect one (well, I am not a perfect also, have a temper and personality of small bull terrier) and I felt and fe...el for him always…This is sort of a closure story (part 1 must be gentle but part 2 will b wild and rough, promise…). English is not my native language, so b easy while commenting. Anyone interested for proof reading ;)Part 1BeginningFinally. Me and my wf finally got scholarships to USA as post doctorates! I am bit older but somehow they squeezed. And the woman looked up into herface. "I'll kill him, I hate him so much." Tears streamed down her face."Samantha Kitten, what do you know? We need to know everything if we areto truly help her," Theresa said."I, I know that scent. I oh god, no, no, no, this can't be happening."But it was, and now she was filling with rage, both at the oneresponsible and at herself for not being there.I pulled her into my arms. "Kitten, you are no more responsible for whathappened to her than she is." I began. In only a couple minutes she came and then begged, "Please fuck me Damian, fuck your teacher." I moved up and simply slid my cock into her very wet pussy. She wrapped her stocking legs around me and pulled me in deeper. I kissed her hard as my cock penetrated her as deep as heavenly possible. Unlike those girls I had fucked who barely moved during sex, Mrs. Cooper was verbal and active. She broke my kiss and said, "Harder Damian, fuck the shit out of me. Make me cum again."Obeying, I flipped. We can't go anywhere without you needing a f*cking cooffffeehheehee.No,I'm really serious. That stuff is so bad for you."Sherrie went on, chastising me but I didn't care or well, notice, really.Watching her talk gives me an excuse to watch her lean, high boned face and it's golden down that sometimes catches the light. When I'm around Sherrie, you'd think I was a wall flower, I'm so quiet, sometimes." And do you know what it does to your sugars? That's part of why you crave it, you know. I bet.