Her parents praised her accomplishments, but their words didn't fill the void.Enrolling in the university had been motivated by her hunger rather than... any real desire to learn. It had whispered in her ear that there were thousands of people at the university and surely one of them would approve of her enough to satisfy her craving. Upon her arrival, she had circled the Student Center like a shark searching for its next meal. She was seeking the person or group who could heap enough praise on. All ten inches inside him now, he groaned at the mixture of pleasure and pain.Putting a hand on the base to keep it inside him, he moved onto his hands and knees, moving back up against his bed base. He backed the base of the cock against the frame of the bed and leaned forward onto his hands and knees. The cock stuck to frame as he rocked forward. Allowing almost all of the cock out of his ass before pushing back to take it all in againHe loved this feeling. He felt like he was a slut being. I didn't want anyone to damage my bicycle as a way to get back at me. I thought, maybe I need some junk wheels to ride to school.You need to get some more money before you can do that, thought Ursus, and on a not unrelated note, what are you planning to get Kirsten for Christmas?Oh, man, I might have forgotten!I bet she has a wrapped present for you on the last day of class before break.Damn, it wouldn't surprise me. I have to get some more money.There's always our money finding spell, and lots. He wandered around the town relishing the feeling of being back home again. He had a coffee and a danish pastry, enjoying the bustle of the weekend families in the coffee shop.As he returned that evening, the phone was ringing. For a second he thought it was Carol. Then remembered she did not know he was back in Britain. It was Tracy.“Have you been to see Carol?” came the blunt question.“I don’t know either of her phone numbers,” he said. “Have you got them?”“No, but John, just go round there.