He was out of breath, and his eyes seemed a bit glazedover. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and put it back on hisdick. I let him grind in...o my palm for a minute, and then pulled away."Uh..." he said. "Can I... see it again?" Go ahead," I said. He reached out a hand tentatively, then jerked itback. The length of my rod was making a clear outline through the bluedenim of my jeans. Gathering his courage, he fumbled my button open, andpulled down my fly. My dick flew out with. I thought two degrees was in danger of being excessive, but surely three must be?" Actually, it's far easier than you think. My studying more than one subject at a time is essentially the same as everyone else thinking of multiple things at once; like this conversation, keeping track of the time, planning what you want to do today, and huge numbers of other things that everyone does simultaneously. I can direct those extra thought processes at a computer screen and study with them, but I'm. I was enjoying the moaning as much as watching the actress getting fucked. I was hard as ice and my hand felt like heaven as I rubbed my leaking cum all over my shaft. A man about 35 sat down 3 seats away but I was too far gone to stop. I could hear his zipper but I ignored him and pumped my cock. I aimed it directly at the seat in front and it hit with such force it splashed back onto my pants. I heard a groan and turned my attention to the guy next to me as he lifted his hips and shot a wad. ” I have to suppress my initial reaction to laugh when I hear her, of course entry level supply and demand would be a lot of graphing... especially when half the class was idiots like her who couldn’t do the calculus behind the theory to save their life. Swallowing my desire to give her a snarky retort I turn to her and simply replied “Always. It’s not difficult stuff.” Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do better than you.