What I was really doing was twiddling my dick’s sweet spot as it was hanging out the hole in my pants underneath the box. It was an amazing rush to ...eel the surge in my balls, and know I could blow some cum. Then as I made the decision to do it, time stood still. I could hear a woman laughing a few rows over, I saw a cart flash by the end of the aisle, I felt my cock bobbing up and down with each spurt that shot up the shaft and out onto the floor. It was an extremely intense orgasm that left a. My pants start to bulge up slightly and I start looking for a different, and better picture. The first picture that pops up is her and what I can presumably think is her best friend Bailey. I have never actually met Bailey, but Lizzy brags about her all the time. Like, you have no idea, if we aren’t talking about class or what she was up to this weekend, or her sorority, its about how amazing Bailey is. Now, I am all about Lizzy and her body, but her best friend is equally, if not more drop. This was definitely superior to my own fingers I was happy to note.I bucked once. My hand had returned to my breast and I pinched and pulled my nipples in the overwhelming excitement Betty's tongue and fingers were producing in me. I lifted my hips, arching and pushing against her. With that sign of my approaching orgasm, she drove her fingers deep into my pussy, reaching the spongy spot. At the same time her lips closed over my clit and squeezed."BETTY," I all but screamed as I twisted my. " She said. "They can't help it. Nostimulation of the sex organs, themselves, is necessary. You noticed Ididn't touch him there once. Neither did he." The girls, who had stoppedlaughing, concurred. I heard the nurse pull off her gloves. She put thewand in a plastic baggie and handed me a canister of sanitary wipes. "Nowclean up your mess," she commanded.When I recovered sufficiently to do so, I moved back to my knees and tooka wipe from the canister. A large amount of semen had run down the.