"She helped support him as he limped into the bathroom, then stood watch as he noisily expelled fluid and gas and solid matter. Somehow, it didn't see... at all unnatural or intrusive to see her there in the doorway, looking down at him, witnessing his noisy bowel movement, hearing his defecation sounds and smelling the stench of his waste. He was still erect as he sat there naked on the toilet seat but it didn't occur to him to feel embarrassment. It was as if he had regressed back to a young. Maybe there was hope for her yet. The professor calmed down slightly. She sighed and shook her head. ‘No. I’m not going to fire you. It would create a scandal in the department, and anyhow, you aren’t getting off that easy. We’re going to fix this, you and me, this weekend. You are going to take Paul’s papers over to that desk and re-grade them. Leave Paul’s comments for the benefit of the students. For the most part they’re very insightful for a political scientist. I just won’t count them for. Without wasting any time, her fingers danced along the base of his rigid shaft like fine tendrils. Her other hand crept down between his legs, caressing his sac and to the sensitive area below. The softness of her hands was incredible, and Brian couldn’t help but think of how soft her inner core of wetness must feel. Pleasure overwhelmed his guilt in submitting to her as he pressed back into the bed and moaned. He was startled out of his revelry when he felt a finger tickle the bud of his. One picture of Gabriel had her frowning. He stood, bathed in a cloud of red light and smoke onstage. His hair was plastered around his shoulders and chest, much longer than it was now. He held the microphone to his mouth, face frozen in a scream since the veins and cords of his throat stood out strongly. His upper torso was beautifully bare, but what had her gaping was the fact that his lower half was clothed in a black skirt that came to just below his knees. From there down, he wore black.