“Oooooooo fuck!” I cry; shaking; my thighs trembling, my pussy starts to pulse. You nuzzle closer, burying your face in between my thighs; your to...gue working me towards cumming. Mmm mmm I moan, making little whimpering sounds as my hips rock back and forth, fucking my cunt against your flat tongue. “Ooooo I’m cumming,” I groan, feeling my cunt start to contract, pulse madly and pump out my hot cum into your mouth. You sit back, my cum on your lips. I sit up, panting, my legs bent, resting on. Leaping into the compartment, I prepared tofling him out through the same window, this time notbothering to open it. “Unhand her, get your member out of her, and give me themicrofilm, you swine!” I snarled. But wait, I must havelanded on the wrong car, this was a compartment full ofFrench nuns, who looked at me agape as I burst in, ragein my eyes. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasonly two nuns… young and attractive, but nuns nun-the-less. In their charge were a half. As soon as Greg got back on the paved road, Mary looked around and found half of a bottle of Gatorade that she had snagged before we left Josh’s place. I chugged it down and was still pretty thirsty.Communicating silently is a wonderful thing. I never had to verbalize anything with them anymore. Greg told me that we still had three bottles of fruit punch Gatorade in the refrigerator at home. As we drove up to the house we were relieved to see that there was no major damage, even though the area. All the women who had been grad students along with her had moved on. Which meant the names and faces were different, but the roles and styles were still remarkably similar. She knew the ones who insisted on non-sexist language. If Candy’s friends wouldn’t support her, maybe the feminists would.“No.”“Well, let me give you an address. Meet me there 11:00 Sunday. Better make it 10:45. You have to have somebody in your corner. Fucking University isn’t in your corner. Probably too late to stop.