Was this how he did debating tournaments? No wonder he’d won prizes.Why was he so powerful in a confrontation, yet so shy and diffident when talking... to girls? The answer was obvious. He believed in his principles, he believed in his arguments, but he didn’t believe in himself.She wondered how many times he’d been dissed, or ignored, by remarks and attitudes like those of her friends. She felt suddenly ashamed to have been part of that crowd.They had called him ugly. But he wasn’t. It was true. She said he was precumming a lot and could taste it. They ended up on the floor of his office on the carpet his dick she said was smaller than mine and as stiff as steel. He wanted to fuck her, she said not without a condom which he then retrieved two from a drawer. After he got it on he tore a hole in her pantyhose crotch and fingered her.He opened her legs and pushed his dick into her wet pussy and fucked her hard. She told me how fast he was fucking her and how she suddenly started to climax. Mrs Wang was preparing a meal so I watched her and helped her when I worked out what she was doing. It was difficult because we couldnt communicate but when it was all done she smiled at me and gave me some sort of biscuit. I went outside and sat on the grass watching the sun go down and eating the biscuit. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was Dong shaking my leg. When I was fully awake he told me that the evening meal was nearly ready. I asked if I had time to have a. It was simple enough to put two and two together and deduce that he would do now what he never got to experience in life. Fuck her.However, there must have been some fondness for her left in him, in it. A vague memory of her wishes, her pleas, not enough for him to let her go, to treat her kindly. But enough that, when the most solid piece of him slotted between her legs, it bypassed her virgin, clenched pussy completely, leaving it undisturbed. Instead, its head pressed against the tiny pucker.