He put his hands on his hips as the waistband pulled under his balls supported his cock. Just as he started to pee, the toilet flushed from the stall...and Professor Susan Miller walked out. Simon was shocked as he heard Professor Miller greet him with a cheery, “Good Afternoon, Simon,” as she washed her hands at the sink right next to him. “I guess we are both running a little late today.”Susan Miller was not one of the relaxed hippie-type professors who taught “process” or thought-provoking. Then slowly I worked the other one in and out from my anus; while watching him over my shoulder.He started to stroke his cock faster and told me he was close to cum. So I started fucking my ass in time with his strokes. Tommy got faster until he grunted loudly and I watched his balls tighten and his shaft pulsate on screen. Then I saw the first long strand of hot cum shot out from his cock and landing on his own chest. That was enough for me to have a huge body tingling orgasm as I imagined. He saw Beth standing by the Caddy waving. He started over. When he got there, Beth was already in the passenger seat. Bob started the car and flipped the AC on to HIGH. He powered down the windows to let a breeze blow through until the AC cooled the car a bit. "Damn, aren't you hot?" He asked. Then smacked himself in the forehead. "Right, ghost. I tend to forget that minor detail." "Minor detail indeed." Beth snorted softly."Speaking of de tail, how is yours feeling this morning?" Bob asked. Well never mind. Perhaps her efforts would have a more positive effect on these poor people.Putting on her best actress smile she descended the steps. At the foot of the steps waited a gaggle of people. She recognised the be-spectacled white man moving to greet her – Adam Nethercourt, the UNHCR representative."How nice to meet you, Miss", he had started to say."OHMYGOD! Jennifer Love Hewitt!" shrieked an American female voice suddenly, "I'm like one of your biggest fans! I loved you in that TV.