1. Sandra (Part 2)


    Date: 3/10/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: rakithanudes, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    work out a different flight arrangement for me with the airline, but because of the rinky-dink little airport near the college, there wasn't any way for me to meet up with them. So, it looked like I was going to get to spend Thanksgiving stranded in my dorm room. My dad apologized, and said that he would call the bank as soon as they opened up Tuesday morning to have them transfer some extra money into my account to cover food for the week, and that they'd try to call me as soon as they knew anything more specific about my grandmother. And then we hung up the phone, and I walked back to my room to figure out what I was going to do for a week in a ghost town. I read a little bit to catch up on my own studies, but that seemed rather pointless on a Sunday afternoon with no classes for a week, so I threw on a light jacket and started walking to the coffee shop. I figured I'd at least get a hot cup of coffee and a sandwich, and then figure things out from there. --- I was sitting alone at a table in the café, with my back to the door, eating a small sandwich, when I heard the jingle of the bell as someone opened the door. Not thinking any more of it than that, I took a big bit of the sandwich when I heard Sandra's familiar voice exclaim, &#034No way! Tom, what are you doing here?&#034 I spun around, and sure enough, it was Sandra. She was supposed to have flown out earlier that morning to go back home with her own f****y for Thanksgiving. I was confused, but thrilled to see her ...
    at the same time. Then I saw the red rims around her eyes, and knew that she'd been crying again. &#034My folks had to leave for a f****y emergency, so I'm stuck here for the week.&#034 &#034Oh, no! What happened?&#034 Sandra asked. &#034My grandma's pretty sick, I guess, so they're flying out to be with her, and they couldn't work my flight to get me there.&#034 &#034Oh, Tom,&#034 she said, &#034I'm so sorry.&#034 I offered her a chair, and when she sat down, said, &#034Okay, my turn now. What about you? Why are you here instead of on a plane?&#034 Sandra just sat there, quietly, for a few minutes. I could see that she was fighting back tears, but there was something else in her eyes this time. Something that looked almost like anger. For a long few minutes, she continued just sitting there, not saying anything. Eventually, I figured maybe she needed a reminder that we were sharing a table. I reached under the table with my foot and kicked her chair. &#034Hey! Remember me?&#034 &#034Oh, sorry, Tom,&#034 she said, still somewhat distracted. &#034It's just, my dad called this morning and told me not to come home this week because he and my mom are getting a divorce.&#034 &#034Wow, that sucks.&#034 &#034Yeah,&#034 she agreed. After that our conversation went back to stalled. I tried eating a little more of my sandwich, but I'd lost my appetite. After a while I wrapped up what was left and paid. Then I looked across the table at Sandra and said, &#034Well, looks like we've got a ...
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