"Does your dick get hard for almost no reason at all?" I innocently inquired. He seemed rather squeamish, but reluctantly told me he did get a lot of...boners. "Do you rub yours? I know when I do it feels pretty darn good." I said. "Well..." He stammered, as he looked at the tent in my lap for the first time. "I don't touch it much because my mom always tells me it's bad." "I know what you mean," I retorted. "My mom says the same thing all the time." I scoffed, quickly shifting my eyes. As I thought it was not a very well-lit bathroom, I slightly turned my gaze on the cock of this man. I realized that he was rock hard and slowly stroking. It dawned on me that he was probably wanking before I got in and stopped because of me.What I didn’t realize that where I was standing, the corner exhaust fan opening was letting the outside light in and straight on my face. As soon as I realized that, I kind of flustered up and looked up. He was staring at me, trying to gauge my interest in. I moved my head up to nuzzle her neck, fragrant with sweat and perfume, while I added – just a little – to the pressure of my fingers around her clit. ‘Ummm, what you’re doing. Do they teach that at Princeton?’ She squeezed her eyes shut. ‘Nah, natural talent.’ ‘Very talented.’ ‘Your smell is driving me crazy, Sandi.’ ‘I’ve got some talents, too. Ooohh,’ she moaned. Her part of the knot formed by our bodies began to tense. She bit her lip and slapped a hand down on the bed, as if to brace. Her hips started rotating, so I finally stroked a thumb across her slit. Soft and warm, but I knew she would get wetter. My cock was poled up against my shorts in anticipation. I was looking forward to those tiny tits, too, so I reached up to pull the t-shirt off over her head. Her boobs hardly splayed out at all, they were so small. They felt like little cupcakes with a bit of frosting. I leaned down to taste one and the whole thing fit into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled until a nipple popped.