Relevant, y'know."I did not, in fact, know. Rebecca was an English major, one of those students I had resentfully glared at before. I had never gotten...to go to college, but if I did I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have wasted four years and God knows how much money studying old books and feminist screeds. Which reminded me..."So, what's the deal with your tuition?"Wrong question. Rebecca looked up at me with a frown. "Well, my parents already paid it for this year, and that's locked in. But after. She has not got home yet but this is what her text to me said right as she left his house… so maybe I will be able to give more details shortly. She did tell me as she left to go ahead and handle myself. I never was able to do that so I will probably end up jacking off when we lay in bed….. to be continued . The volunteers would allow us to wire them up so that we could measure blood flow in the penis and breasts for a male and vaginal blood flow and secretions for a woman. You would think we would measure nipple response for women, but there are just too many different things, including the wire rubbing against the nipple, that can cause a false response.Then we would show them hundreds of very erotic photos and see what tripped their trigger, so to speak.The main thing I learned is that. I pulled out slowly, letting it ooze out onto her clit. ‘Oh….OH!!!’ she cried out. ‘Your come is so hot!!’ I slid my leaking dick over her clit, into her bush and around her spread pussy, giving her a coating of sperm. ‘Messy enough for you?’ I asked. ‘Oh yeah, I’m loving this!! It’s so hot when you do that, I feel so deliciously slutty,’ she replied. I pushed back inside her, enjoying the now sloppy feel of her pussy now that it had a generous dose of come to lubricate it. I pumped her.