She shared the apartment with three other student nurses, they each had a bedroom, but shared a lounge, kitchen and bathroom. We went inside but never...made it to the kitchen as we were soon naked and having sex on her bed, after about 20 minutes I was ready to cum, and she begged me to shoot in her mouth, so I did this of course then we lay in each others arms getting our breath back.I heard the front door of the apartment open along with a little giggling in the corridor, another resident had. I got up, made coffee and went into the bathroom to find Denise already in the shower. I peed and joined her, enjoying washing her all over using my hands to soap up all her curves.She was saying, "You're good for me, I think I've lost five pounds since I met you. And, from all the activity my stomach is getting flatter." Maybe we should patent a new exercise regime. We can call it sexercise," I joked."I think someone already wrote a book by that name. Maybe he didn't copyright it or patent. Healternated between rubbing his clit, driving his fingers into an emptyache and curling them up to stroke his g-spot.The most powerful orgasm John could remember washed over his body andhis weakened knees gave out and he slid to the floor of the shower."Oh, damn. Meka if it feels that good to rub one out, how do you leavethe house?"'Idiot. It never feels THAT good. I-I didn't want you to stop, so Ifocused on what my body feels like at the height of pleasure, and itwas like... I've never. I was so out of sorts. I was bewildered and lost. I couldn't think. And I certainly couldn't talk. When Ms. Tyrell called on me to answer a question in my creative writing class, I just stammered until it sounded like I was a squeaking chipmunk.“Well, good thing you have big tits,” Ms. Tyrell said, shaking her head, “because if that's the best sentence you can string together, I fear for your academic future.”I wanted to screech out how unfair this was. Why this week? It was the end of the.