.....Then I heard a low rumble, and through the rain-drenched plastic I saw a large blur approaching which had to be our bus. I stopped what I was doi...g and told Carol that the bus was coming. She quickly pulled up her panties and fastened her coat and by the time the bus hissed to a stop and opened its door she looked like any young college student on a rainy day, except that she was still breathing a little heavily.The bus was part of the free campus service and would take us downtown. There. Trembling, she looked to Sam.“No, she’s going to love you.” Sam nodded fiercely, and I squeezed her hand. “Normally, the hard work of a relationship isn’t called for while your brain is flooded with I-love-you neurochemicals. Maybe it should be.”“Is there a way to get Max loving the shit out of you, me, and Alex and send her flying on her vector?” Sam asked. “Not ‘flying’ ... What’s the right word for vectors?”“‘Following’. And I’m pretty sure there’s a Max solution. I don’t know if there are. They were both still drenched when Tom guided Mark back into the bedroom and pushed him back on the bed.He crawled up on top of him, their bodies glistening as he positioned his cock on Mark's and started slowly pumping his hips. He soon found the right rhythm and was able to slide his cock all the way down to Mark's balls and then over his shaft. The sensation was everything Tom imagined it would be from all the porn he'd watched depicting this very act."So good, man," he moaned into Mark's. ”“Okay, good to know,” she nodded, as I could see the information being filed away in the right part of her nerdy brain.“You didn't come across that in your research?”“Ha – if I did, well... learning from hands-on experience works better than just reading.”Balls sufficiently stimulated after another minute, my boner was solid again, ready to be covered. So she held my dick straight up by setting the condom on the head. Rolling it down to my scrotum with the fingers of her other hand, she.