"Look," he whispered, "you can't do this! Not in front of the class!" "Hell I can't! I want your cock! And I've been deprived of it for almost a week....This'll pay you back for neglecting me." She pulled the limp worm of a prick into her mouth and began sucking. Her tongue worked over the delicate tip of his prick until he was biting his lower lip to keep from crying out.She was getting him excited! And in front of his chemistry class! He couldn't move away from her now. Not with his half-stiff. And, in another minute or two, T succeeded. I felt the orgasm building, but didn't want to climax. "Please... no... don't.. make... me..." I begged him between thrusts, gasping for air beneath his bulk. He just chuckled, his body sliding slippery against mine, covered with sweat, soaking my nightgown. Thrust after thrust, he only seemed to push harder, determined to drive me to an unwanted orgasm. I couldn't resist it any more. My back arched, my knees drew up and out, my fingers gripped. We signed the consent forms and she was to come in the hospital in a week.The morning of the surgery, I, my parents, and my oldest younger sister were there to see her prior to the surgery, at 6 A.M. They rolled her to prep, and we went to the waiting room. None of us had eaten that morning, so, on advice of the doctor we went to eat breakfast, returning in a little less than an hour. I had a cell phone in case I was needed. We returned to the waiting room, and about an hour and a half later,. Hungry putty!His mouth came close to hers again. He was nibbling at her open lips,licking them, teasing them. She was offering her mouth in an agony ofanticipation, letting him take the lead.Suddenly his mouth was in possession of hers, his hard tongue exploring andprobing. Soon their tongues were dancing together, tasting each other,alternately caressing and invading. Now she was kissing back with just asmuch eagerness as he had just shown, her tongue probing his mouth,devouring his taste,.