”“I understand you are on the swim team too?”“Yes, I am looking forward to enjoying my studies here and helping my team win.”“Paul, you ha...e the wrong attitude. Except for relay races, you need to focus on your own victories, not how good the team does. You are here to get a high GPA, not actually enjoy your studies. It is only about building a strong academic resume to be able to get a high paying job. Unless you want to be an Olympic athlete, swimming is a just a resume builder to get that. ”She nodded. “Cecilia’s been trying to help both of us through everything,” she said delicately and then her expression changed to one of worry. “Look, Jane. I don’t want to lose touch with you,” she said, anguished. “Can we talk sometime before you go back? John said you don’t want to ever meet ... HIM and I understand that, but can we at least talk? Not tonight, though. I don’t want to spoil the mood tonight, but soon?”Jane looked at me to gauge what I thought about that possibility. I nodded. I could see both men trying to calm themselves as much as possible and not cum too soon. It was almost as if they were in competition with each other; neither of them wanting to shoot their loads before the other."Oh, baby, you sure can suck!" cried the first."You better believe it, man!" his mate joined in, "I haven't had a blow-job like this since the Gulf! And that little whore could suck a golfball out of a garden hose!" I want to see this slut's cunt! Come on, Davy, lets get her panties. That way I can touch male patients. Either that, or I use latex when I touch you.’ ‘Oh… well…oh… ‘ I stammered. ‘You have lots of questions…’ she said. ‘To say the least…’ ‘Ok, to start, we are immune to each other. The pheromones neutralize each other. So I can touch you and…’ she took my hand… ‘no effect, see.’ ‘Second,’ she continued. ‘You are immune from sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDS. We don’t know why, but you’ll meet Jack eventually. He is a gay guy with the same…errr….