I hope my studies won't suffer or I may have to talk to them about it.AprilTom came over when Leah was out today.He said hello when I let him in, then...shut himself in her bedroom. I listened to him go to her dresser, then open a bottle of lube, that distinct click, and noisily stroke his elephant trunk in anticipation of her arrival. He even stood by the door, teasing me, while I pretended to wash my hands in the bathroom and walk past her door, nearly double over in my desire, I could smell. Unfortunately, my cock failed to shrink back to normal afterwards. I’d heard of a condition called priapism (or something like that), so I said, ‘Um, I think this might be a medical emergency. It’s not shrinking.’ After waiting a few minutes, Sandy clearly became more concerned. ‘We can try two things,’ she said. ‘We can try to trigger another orgasm and if that doesn’t work, we can pack ice around it for 15 minutes. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to call a doctor.’I told her that I wanted to. I read the FAQ carefully. It said that no sexual activity or deliberate genital contact was permitted, and that the attendees were predominantly male. It said that erections are natural and sometimes unavoidable, and if they occur can be covered with a towel until subsiding.Surprisingly, the meetup also featured a massage exchange. I didn’t fancy exchanging massages with a stranger, and as an older person in a mainly male group that was no doubt mostly comprised of regulars, I thought there. As she gently moved her hands around I started to relax. Her hands traced down my back and for some minutes just caressed my neck shoulders and back. Then she pulled both sides of my pants into the crack of my bum and started to massage my cheeks. With each movement my clit was rubbing on the bed and my fanny lips were parting, I was getting wet and horny. Her hands stroked over my bum cheeks and down my thighs, on the upward stroke they came up my inner thighs right to the top brushing my.