He flexed his hips into my hand and said, “Don’t care, all I know is making love to you is addictive and I can’t seem to get enough of you,” h... mumbled as his lips plucked at the sensitive skin of my neck.One of his hands was squeezing my arse gently, and the other had sneaked up under my loose top and found another of his favourite treasures that he liked to examine in intimate detail. His hips rocked into my hand as I rubbed him.We had also noticed that his staying power had increased and. I thought it was ... phenomenal. I was happy for you. I still am." Then, what is the big deal?" she asked."I'm about to propose taking our research on that root on a ninety-degree turn and investigate its possible connections to oxytocin. I'm doing that based on what I observed. If it turns out to be a dead end ... Then, we will have wasted funds, resources and jeopardized some grad students' theses. It's why I need to dispel any doubts."Caitlin swallowed and nodded. "Understood, Ned. I. Then he rose and she could see the thick bulge that lay under the thin material of his slacks. She watched as he undid them, letting them fall to his ankles. Then he grabbed the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down to his knees, his erect shaft springing forward. ‘Open up, sweetie,’ he said, his hips thrusting forward, his hand stroking eagerly over his red, swollen cock. Tina did what she was told, closing her eyes before licking her lips and slowly opening her mouth.’ * * * * A low. "Maybe you could put in a good word," Dylan said while sitting back on the couch and spreading his legs. "I'm not sure I'm all that influential, but I'll see what I can do," I said."Maybe I can do a little something for you," Dylan said while leaning in towards me. "Dylan," was all I could manage to say before I noticed a bulge springing to life in his sweatpants."This isn't really appropriate," I attempted to protest. "I heard you showed Mark and Jacob a good time and they secured a football.