" Busy weekend," queried Jack, keeping his eyes on the front of the room."You could say that," hissed Denise back as she commenced taking notes.Nothin... more was said until the end of class. As Jack turned to pack his things, Denise touched his shoulder. He turned his head back to face her."I missed class on Friday," she said, "can I copy your notes?"Jack grinned. "We didn't have class on Friday. Hamilton cancelled it, so you didn't miss anything." In that case," said a beaming Denise, "where. All night I couldn't stop thinking of her. I even went as far as fantasizing about her. I began to stroke my cock as I wondering what she looked like under those clothes. If she had any more tattoos maybe one across her lower back, the tramp stamp. I envisioned her dark hair splayed across my bed with her thin pale legs tight up against her chest as my face is buried in the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever eaten. I run my tongue the length of her slit and back not stopping until I take a stab. December 4th, 7:01 AMI felt the bed shake just before 3 AM when Will got up to go to thebathroom. I was happy that he decided to just get comfortable when hereturned and not want to pick-up where we left off before he conked out.Now he was up, quietly raising from the bed and off to the bathroom.After the toilet flushed I heard the shower come on and the metal doorclicking shut.So, what was the rest of this date going to be? Do I just hang outhere, maybe he comes out all squeaky clean and we. Between trips, I would return to my seat and stick my right hand into my right jean pocket. I would massage my cock recalling the details of the various dancers. This masturbation technique is extremely difficult because I was not able to wrap my hand around my cock and pump it like I wanted too. The best I could do was massage the head between my thumb and forefinger. It was extremely frustrating but extremely satisfying at the same time. I continued my back and forth trips every so.