I worked on the test for over an hour. Taking the test gave me somereal insight into who I am. I really started to believe that I wouldnot be happy, a...d probably very depressed, if I had to live my life asRobert. I made these notations in my diary. While the diary wasinsightful, I was feeling depressed. I was feeling like nothing washappening.Jennifer has an amazing ability to show up, or call, and to cheer meup, just as I was starting to feel depressed. She showed up,unexpectedly, and asked. I love fucking you," she said, locking her ankles behind his ass and letting her hands roam his back."I love fucking you, too."That was the end of their talking. He fucked her harder, and heard her cry out, causing him to stop until she thrust her pelvis upward, encouraging him to keep going.She cried out again, but used her hands to pull his ass into her. If either of them felt the cum in his pubic hair, they were too consumed with what they were doing to mention it.Brian wanted desperately to. There was one place were every guy knew he could have sex any time he wanted. That was in the college library bathroom. That was because it was in between the guys and girls dorms on campus. Also girls would always hangout near by and they generally wanted a quickie so that they didn't have to leave their friends for to long. So horny girls and guys were always there. The bathroom had a connection to the girls bathroom through a glory hole. Whenever I was horny and couldn't get laid I went. I hate telling you stories and I don't want to even think right now!"That's when she said something that would give her an idea of what I use to do in college. She sat up in bed and said, " Please just let me lay here, why don't YOU tell ME a story, something that will make you cum.....the quicker the better."That's when I said excitingly, " You want me to tell you a story? What kind of story?"She said, "Your not telling me a story, your telling you a story to make you cum!"I said, "It doesn't.