Normally one or other of the minds won't forget to behave, or will remember quickly if I start going awry. So from the girls' perspectives, my eyeball... seem well behaved. Thank goodness none of them had a clue about what some of my thoughts had been! Not only didn't they have a clue, they actually had the opposite idea: that I was a gentleman - ha!I confessed, "Umm. I might have been stretching the truth a little with Donna. Maybe quite a lot more than a little. In all honesty, I have very much. I am content indeed, for now I will eat of the flesh of your pussy and drink the golden wine of your cum-juice, whenever you open your temple doors.You recover your breath, but still lean for support against the wooden wall. In the sudden silence, we hear from the cubicle behind you a series of rising harsh cries:‘Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, yes – aah, oh fuck me! Aaah, fuckme, fuckme! Aaaahhh, FUCKME, FUCKMENOW!!’The wall vibrates against your back, as the older black woman that I saw earlier. Brilliant, sure. A genius several times over, no question. But themadness I somehow missed, until it was too late.His name was Victor, and we had met in college. Me, I was struggling myway through a Education degree with a minor in History, while he wasadding to the already impressive list of subjects he had mastered intaking Human Biology.Despite our differences, he did seem to take a shine to me when we wereroomies, saying, "Jonathan Harker, talking aloud to you helps me breakdown my concepts. This time I licked the slab of meat all over, from the base of the shaft to the tip as though it were an ice-cream cone, play gently kissing the spot right below the head and letting my tongue flick against it. He shuddered and groaned delightedly, putting his strong hands on the back of my head. I knew what that meant, and I obeyed - opening my mouth and taking him in again, bobbing up and down, swirling my tongue around the spongy head before taking him in deeper, and deeper still,.