And as I closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to make it stop, I felt him scoot backwards, lowering me further still until my head was in his lap. �...�Your breathing’s too shallow,’ he observed, his fingertips warm on my neck as he sought my pulse. ‘Come on. Big deep breaths now.’ ‘Luke–‘ ‘Ssh-ssh, not now. Breathe.’ I did as I was bid, forcing myself to repeatedly inhale then exhale, the effort seeming to take all my concentration, opening my eyes only when I felt him lay the back of his hand. I quickly said thanks and entered closing the door behind me, immediately ripping off my jeans to allow my cock to spring free. Within seconds I was pumping my shaft furiously all the while imagining she was right there with me. I turned to face the full length mirror as cum explodes from the tip of my swollen cock, spraying thick jets of cum all over it. All I could do was imagine her lying on the other side with her legs spread wide, her blouse wide open, tits exposed and my jets of cum. Abbott just needed to be calm, confident and careful.I hoped I'd get away with it. I'd received "high distinction" in Economics as a Social Science. Rachel had coasted through with high distinction in both Myth courses. She'd learn about Cultural Difference in a few days.I was rereading David Cohen's Fear of Tennis. I had thought it very funny, but no one seems to have paid it much attention. It takes place in Perth. Les Murray said it was one of the best books of 2008, and I'm a fan of. She didn’t know whether to be pissed off because of the sudden movement or to be relieved that he was finally going to do something fun with her. The question was how much fun he had in store for her. She decided to hold off on being pissed off until they were finished and judge how much she was satisfied before deciding the level of pissed she shall be. With all the thoughts that were going through her mind she missed that the guy stripped himself only to his boxers and was snapped back to.