I had picked my uni precisely because it was on the other side of home from Zoe’s. What a dumb prick I’d been. Now I was sitting on the bus asian feeling really dumb. There are two kinds of university in England, and you can tell the type from the name. If its called ‘Townname University’ then its probably an old established uni, like Oxford or Cambridge. If its called ‘University of Townname’ then its almost certainly a new pseudo-uni like the one I go to. These unis used to be called ‘polytechnics’ and rushed to change their names to ‘University of Townname’ when the rules changed in the 1990s or so. Zoe went to a proper Townname University uni. The difference was startling. Whereas I studied in a grim tower-block with whitewashed cinterblock interiors the students nicknamed ‘Stalingrad’ on the outskirts of a grim industrial town, Zoe studied in a vibrant historic old uni in a historic old town. The uni had buildings scattered all around the town centre and they were old, grand, beautiful and _established_. When I got off the coach when it stopped in the town square there were bicycles and students everywhere. Zoe’s new look fitted amateur right in. Except Zoe didn’t fit right in. Zoe was waiting for me with indian her natural dirty-blonde hair, wearing a sensible shapeless long coat that almost touched the ground, sensible boots jutting at the bottom, under a small plain black umbrella. It was over a cup of coffee that we found some common ground. Wiggling her backside as she said it. Apparently, I had said that part out loud. She was lost in her sexual amateur imagination of being fucked by a large black cock, very much as the one she watched in the movie. His pace increased a little and then a little more. “…Daddykins.” My hand caresses the smooth skin of her ass before my finger finds her little pucker. “You are so asian good at this!... His cock began to twitch violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside the girl’s folds. I never wanted to pull out of her, other than to ram it back in her as hard as I can. Standing again, Pavel took Yewubdar’s head in both hands and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. Mistakes were made. “Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you’re not doing well. While her face flicked to the side and a spray of spit escaped from her lips, she silently wondered if galactic prison for the rest of her natural life was preferential to this douchebag having his way with indian her. I think about her note but decide to talk to her privately not over the phone where John might hear. ‘What’s the matter Brian, can’t take seeing how hot your wife looks and how much she’s just cum? “I don't know how you can be so cute when you're such a sexy, wild thing. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my flesh. SLAP, SLAP! “But wouldn't you just remember that I was always like this if he had changed me?” I pointed out. She knew when he came into the other woman. No, we want them out even more than you do.” We ended the meeting then, shaking hands with everyone, and walked out to the cars. The roughness with which he had felt her made her feel a shade sore inside. “No I didn’t you bastards.” I replied.