God. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.The janitor, a big black man whom I would've been scared of in other circumstances, was my hero at this point....He glanced over his shoulder at the girl. "This pathetic piece of human excrement is your brother?" It wasn't what he said, but the tone that stopped the girl. The tone clearly conveyed the sentiment that whoever had told her this guy was her brother had lied to her.She stared at them. Two seconds later we were surrounded by people. Two women. "I'll get you pregnant, fuck you outside if you want, have sex with your sister, or whatever the hell you want, only because I love you so freaking much, you insanely dazzling woman who I can't possibly..." Oh, fuck her already!" Victoria yelped, spanking me."I love you too, Victoria," I stated, just before I began thrusting my wood yet again. "That's what I love, jiggling jugs. What's not to love about those?" I pondered, gawking at them."Nothing, but don't stare; they'll get self cautious.". My precum making damp patched on the panties. I continue to enjoy the sensations caressing myself more vigorously to climax.As I continue to pleasure myself, I feel that my penis is getting smaller and I am having to massage harder to find my clit. Can feel my panties getting wet, and then I realize I must have cum and fallen asleep, and I am now having a wonderfully weird dream.In my dream, My hand continues to massage my clit and I feel my fingers start to trace the outline of my pussy lips,. I'd begun reading Das Rheingold on the airplane. Rachel read Chandler's Semiotics: The Basics.There was a mound of mail awaiting us, but nothing for me from the Law School. Of course, it wasn't the New Year yet. We put our stuff away, opened all the windows to air things out, and went to buy food supplies. When we returned, I let Rachel stow things and I sat down with the mail.I did a quick sort into trash and "open," then resorted the "open" into "P" and "R" (anything addressed to both of us.