Thank you," he said as the last of his cum shooting into Jennifer's cunt.As he began to pull his cock out of her vagina, he looked at the clock. It di...played nine forty. 'Damn he thought, he still had an erection. Well he wasn't about to stop now.'Grabbing her hips harder, he shoved back into his lover and began to fuck her again. She couldn't believe it. He had already cum, but wasn't finished yet? "What are you doing Robert, going for a gold metal? Baby I won't be able to walk to the car.". The smile signified that his active brain had at last managed to identify why he had the feeling of anticipation as well as satisfaction after the killings in the pub."I'm going to do it again," he thought to himself.The vivid details of what had happened inside the Portcullis ran through his brain again now. He remembered how alert he had been, how effortless everything seemed to be. His movement had been fluid and he had a sense of being invincible. It was as if his body had been charged up. You...?"I have no idea what or how to answer him. I have no idea why, and I am not accustomed to not knowing why I do things. I give his penis a little kiss, and start tucking it away into his boxers. I stand up, hold out my hands and pull him up. He's much taller than me. It gives me a chill. "Get dressed, go back to class, check our experiment. I'll be down in a minute."The poor, dear boy... he leaned in to kiss me, eyes closed. No... not yet... why did I suck him off? I pull back. Jas was young and, being from a provincial paper, didn’t know anyone among the world-weary London writers at the preview. So it was hardly surprising she was nervous. At once I found myself feeling protective towards her and went out of my way to make her feel at ease. The photocall was done first and the photographers left. Next was the screening of the programme for the journalists. Jas was hovering uncertainly so I smiled and beckoned an invitation for her to take a seat next to mine at the.