I had let one guy do this to me when I was seventeen and this was nothing like that. This tongue swirled over me in the same places his fingers tickle...; I strained into it. I gasped and moaned, unable to keep my body in check. I should have known that a guy who used his hands so well would be amazing with his mouth. My orgasm rose and he stopped, the way he had that first night with the implants. "I'm going to make you come. I want to hear it," he told me. Then, he returned to me, pressing. Shower, food, start the new book I found at the charity shop and maybe call David.It was weird how he had changed me, my life. Just two days ago I had been at his place, spent a whole weekend with him in fact, and I already missed him.Just as I was thinking of him the bus pulled up at a stop. People were getting off, others queuing to get on. As my gaze focussed I realized I was looking directly at the crotch of some guy. Faded jeans, tight fitting an leaving not much to imagination. Maybe the. I rose to take to the bathroom, a singular bathroom for employee use, she was around the corner. Out I sprung my snake, slightly elongated with sweet thoughts of penetrating her belly, a few pubes curled black fire out. The door, I left a few inches in its crack, light off. A small yellow trickle sprinkled the pot, growing wider into a sun beam of pee. And the door opened There she was, belly round, breasts big, mouth shaped in an o, and eyes darting after my stream after she flicked on the. ”Dillon’s mouth fell open. “How far did you get?”“We’ve all but finished. How about you and Suki?”“Oh ... well we haven’t gotten anywhere. She doesn’t seem to be repulsed by my flirting but it hasn’t really helped me much,” he replied with a dejected slump of his shoulders. Having now entered the classroom, Theodore placed his bag on the desk before looking at Dillon in confusion for a few moments before speaking.“Uh, I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”“Whaddya mean?” Dillon.