Sometimes I wouldn't even be able to sit through a lecture without sliding my hand under my skirt and rubbing my clit until I gained some partial sati...faction at least. It was about this time that I began to turn to porn, after one of my Swedish girlfriends introduced it to me. When I would rush to the bathroom in college or when I would get home after along day I would instantly take out my phone or my laptop and find a video of a massive cock penetrating a tiny little wet pussy and my fingers. That may sound odd, but these people needed me, and I found that I loved them pretty much the way an uncle would.Along that line, after clearing it with Erkla first, I brought Homer in as my direct assistant. As the first step, we made up some practice hand grenades and he learned to throw them. I didn't need both my gun and the grenades, myself, but I did need somebody to back me up. I couldn't look in all directions at once, and I knew that I could depend on Homer, so he became the obvious. He scooches down under me, holding his big rod in his strong right fist and positions himself and my now quivering and delicate entrance. He shifts his hips up slightly and his cock head parts my pussy lips yet again. I let myself sink down from kneeling upright. I can feel every millimeter of his hardness stretching inside me as I slowly take him in. Shockwaves sent to my breasts make them feel like they are going to explode and right on que, he sits up a little and sucks them into his mouth. “You’d get your clothes wet,” I said.“I wouldn’t be wearing any.”“Then I’m absolutely sure the shower would take too long and I’d be late for work.”She laughed cheerfully and went back to her book. She had no intention of joining me in the shower, though I wondered as I lathered my semi rampant penis what she’d have done if I’d called her bluff.After breakfast I collected my stuff from my room.Then I saw the blue pot I used to hold pens and pencils on my desk, emptied it and then emptied my.