At least he didn't use my eruption as a demonstration of ballistics or something, but let me get to my seat, still drooling and wiping.I wondered if t...ere was a way to measure the viscosity of cum.French was more of Mademoiselle Duclos using me as a live model for her French anatomy lesson. She didn't just point. She trailed her fingers over my skin; my nipples suddenly became an erogenous zone, my belly, probing my navel even. She brushed them through my pubic hair.My cock was throbbing in. He hadn’t gotten far, though, when he heard a heavy footstep. He squinted up the stairs. It had been dark in the hallway, but it was a little lighter than where he was now. There was just enough light in the hall for him to make out a silhouette at the top of the stairwell. ‘Phhhht.’ Shawn tried to speak, but found enunciation difficult with the business end of his tongue detached. He wanted to ask who this was. He wanted to ask why they had done this, and what they were after. He wanted to. It was how they passed away the few hours, he spreading cool soothing cream on her wounds and body and she caressing him slowly a touch here, a touch there, edging until they could stand it no more. As if by mutual consent, suddenly, they became one, the missionary position, his tool slipping into her ready channel like oil over silk, slowly deeper and ever deeper, till his balls hit her body. six inches that’s all but it seemed as if a rigid flagpole was embedded in her, so excited was she,. Stare like a tourist until your neck gets sore next time.” said Max without malice.“Nick, can I borrow your plane next?” Simon called out in the dark.“What for?” Nick called back.“So Max can’t lord it over the rest of us that he got to use it and we didn’t,” said Simon.“No.” said Nick. “But if you have a good reason, probably.”“How about if I want to deliver some kudzu to Australia?” Simon suggested.“What’s kudzu?” Emily asked from near the front of the bus.“An invasive plant species that.