> Doing homework, stupid tiny dorm room. Only a few posters of hot babes on the wall, other than that, totally depressing. Everything is depressing wh...en I’m studying or doing homework. > > Laptop right there on the desk next to my book, all I need to do is just move the mouse and the world is at my hands, I can go kill a few people, watch some porn or something funny, but no, I can’t, I have to finish this tonight. > At least my roommate is not here yet, probably out partying his ass off. I didn't hate Zack because dad loved him more than me, but I did hate dad because of it.Again I felt Zack's eager hands touching my bald pussy. He was asking dad all these questions and dad was giving him an anatomy lesson right here, while my tits froze and I was cramping badly from the enema. Zack spent some time poking my little hood and pulling on my labia. When he slipped a finger inside me I’m sure I was even wetter than before. Thankfully he didn’t tell dad. When he were. I checked her car looking for an overnight bag with sexy under things in it - anything that would confirm my suspicions. Nothing - nada- ziltch, but I knew, I just knew that something had to be going on between them. I decided that the only way I was going to find out was to follow them and actually catch them in the act.I made arrangements with my boss to change my work hours so I could leave work an hour earlier for a couple of weeks. I drove over to where Edith worked and parked where I. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. The couple jumped at the sharp, but pleasurable tingle that began at the place they touched and continued on to run throughout their bodies. He met her look with steady eyes, a small smile turned up the corners of his mouth."Oui. I have never said anything that I meant more."Christine sighed, closed her eyes and leaned into his caress."Oh! Mon amour!"He leaned in, placed a kiss to her forehead and whispered."Je t'aime³, Christine. Je t'aime."A joyous.