However, these days, it just doesn’t seem to be enough. I shoved my nightmare to the back of my mind, sighed and threw the covers off me. I made my ...ay over to my closet. I paused, looking down at my pajamas, which only caused me to groan. I must have slept on my arm. My shirt had lines of dried blood all over it. I studied the damage I had inflicted the night before, feeling disgusted. There were three cuts total marring the pale skin of my forearm, one for each episode this week. I don’t know. Grad students and teachers came, some from other universities. Paul didn't bonk any co-eds except Jane.Jane did witness the "Fuck me!" look on the faces of some co-eds and she didn't let Paul out of her sight. She had caught up in her classes and was in the library studying for finals. Paul was reading scientific journals and making a nuisance out of himself."Paul, will you go away and let me study. One of us is a serious student." I'm a serious student." Of what?" Of you."Jane sighed.. If she could have articulated her thoughts it would have been to confess that her long-suppressed dreams had come true. She joined her husband to kneel before Mark.“Stand up and stand there,” he commanded Gerald, “ .. and take off your pants.” Gerald did as he was told and with his pants around his ankles he watched his wife move closer to the black cock that was visibly getting stiffer, fatter and longer. He was both confused and excited when he saw her wrap her hands around the magnificent. My eyes widened in horror as I clamped my legs tighter around my sons waist in a last ditch attempt to prevent myself from sliding down his hard prick. Gravity it seems had other ideas, and without resistance from my already moist opening, his fat head thrust easily inside, impaling me on his thick shaft.Unable to help myself, a groan of pleasure escaped my lips. With my husband away, it had been weeks since I had seen any action. James misinterpreted the sound negatively however."I'm so sorry.