I wouldn't- I mean..."He nods, "I know, but... I had to ask. It just... you scared me. Before I left, you seemed... I don't know, like you were thinki...' pretty hard." I was... I am..." I frown, taking in the sight of my splattered and soaked clothes. "I think I need a change of clothes."Spencer looks around, letting go of me. "I haven't done the laundry yet... did you want to borrow some of Carly's? She won't mind."I smile wryly, "Oh, I think she would." I mutter, flexing my arm… all better. The boys who went to these classes usually returned after 35 min from the time the class ends. Any way that day I did not go for p.t. class because I had to do my English home work which I forgot to do. Any way I was doing my homework when my women of my dreams came into the class, she was looking terrific and to sexy she was wearing a red kamiz and a white thin fabric shalwar. I could see her hot legs as she was coming up the stairs my dick grew from 4″ to 5″ I quickly loosened my pants a bit. Nothing seemed to make sense. My hormones went into over drive. My need to be inside her demanded I answered. Just then Jeanette walked into my room and leaned against the doorway. I barely recognized her until she spoke, “Hey Honey.” The only thing I could answer was a grunt. By this time Amanda had already pulled down my sweats and begun licking my dick. All my blood for cognitive thought disappeared. Jeanette purred, “We have a surprise for you.” When she said that all the blood rushed from. Outside the pub it was much quieter. He pulled her around the building into an alley, cornering her against the wall. ‘The book Laura, its half of my work. How could you do this? We worked together on the research. And you publish it without my permission? Without my knowledge? Without my reference? Its mine too Laura. But you gave me no recognition!’ He said, the words leaving his lips in a soft white condensate as he spoke in the chill of the November air. She looked up at him into his eyes..