She then ran her tongue seductively in circles around the tip before she too spit on it. Mounika's hand returned to my cock and together they stroke... it."We better stop before he blows a big creamy load all over your face." Mounika teased. "I need that big cock up in me. Shove it deep in there."I definitely didn't need any prodding as she lay back with her legs spread. The jet black patch of hair above her pussy was already matted with wetness. I climbed up against her round belly and. If I don’t go now, Sir, I’ll piss myself, Sir.”The class roar with laughter. Sir tells everybody to be quite then he tells Brad to mind his language.“Sorry, Sir, but I really will wee myself, Sir.”Brad’s now squeezing his willy through his jeans.Sir lets him go. Before Brad goes he tells me to follow him in a couple of minutes, says he’ll be waiting for me in the bogs. He leaves the classroom and after convincing Sir that I too am close to wetting my pants I follow Brad two minutes later. I. Although she was dejected she was determined to make something happen.She had become friends with a girl at work named Susan, who had also recently moved to DC. Susan was a hot single girl with big natural boobs. One day Susan asked my wife if she wanted to hang out on Friday night. My wife quickly accepted and they decided they would go bar-hopping in DC and see how many guys they could get to buy them drinks.At the third bar they ran into a guy from work named Matt. What my wife did not know. Wouldn’t. Go.His heart was beating hard again, slowly gaining strength, slowly ramping up. He could feel the sweat breaking on his brow again, the feeling of dread over-whelming him. He looked left and right, tried to find something to latch onto, some surface or truth to grasp. He couldn’t grasp it, though. In the dull light he’d left on, the gray walls became something else. There was – something there. Something unsettling. Something beyond the gray. He could almost feel it.The room was.