Why would they be in your room?" she demanded.I said nothing but looked at the floor.She sniffed them. "Have you worn these today? Ew, what's this on ...hem? Is that semen? Why would fresh semen be on them?"I said nothing. But stared at her big boobs lustfully in the yellow top."What are you staring at?" she asked. Megumi glanced down at her boobs and then back to me. "You like them, Bonnie, huh? Would you like to taste them, feel them?" her voice turned sexy and seductive. She backed me into a. Dianne couldn’t help noticing how Jill’s breasts moved around under the towel in response to her arms being above her head drying her hair. She was ashamed of herself when she felt a little twinge between her legs. The towel was barely long enough to cover her blonde roommate’s butt. With her arms above her head like that Dianne thought she almost caught a glimpse of Jill’s pussy peeking out of the bottom. Giving herself a mental slap she turned back toward the television.“What are you. Get ready for more such sex adventures.” She immediately called and said I was such a horny guy. I replied to her, “You are too. I saw how wet your panty was.”She laughed and said, “All because of your thick cock. I’ve never played with one before.” Slowly we started getting in the mood. I was describing how soft her body was and how I’m going to squeeze and enjoy her the next time I get a chance. She said she was waiting for it.I somehow convinced her of a video call. She called me only to. I thought we had tried everything when he suggested an 'experiment'.Conditioned response was what he called it. An automatic physical response to outside stimuli enforced through intense emotion. And the emotion selected was pleasure, specifically sexual pleasure.We had talked a few times about orgasm on demand and I decided that it would ruin the experience, so I knew that was not his idea. When he told me what he planned and his expectations I was appalled, at first. That gave way to.