If you don’t wish to come, I will come back and sit in some other seat. No issues”Now I understood, He might have seen me browsing on my phone and...thus he has approached me.I didn’t wanted to miss the chance. I got up and went to men’s toilet.There he stood, looked like a 20-year-old. Fair and handsome with some tight jeans. Wore a girlish T-shirt and was smiling back at me.Soon as I went near him, he said, “I knew you would come”I asked him, “Are you a gay or bisexual?”. I just wanted to talk. I had a closer view of her clothes than the rest of the class though, so I knew, as did she, that I was seeing more than anyone else. When she looked up though, I was looking in her eyes, waiting patiently for her to continue with her lecture rather than try to embarrass me.She smirked again and her nod was almost imperceptive. I had offered her a challenge and she accepted.Dumont picked up her lecture again. Katrina looked like she was fidgeting in her seat. I understood the ruse and refused. ‘What’s wrong,’ I asked, disappointed. I wasn’t even close to finished using all of my tricks on him. ‘I don’t want to come yet,’ he told me. ‘And the combination of the image of your lips around me and the exquisite feel of what you’re doing is about to make me explode.’ He pushed me back on the bed and I spread my legs for him. Instead of getting in position between them, again he began to finger me. ‘I want you,’ I cried. He wasn’t listening to me. In an instant his face was pressed to my. My loins began to churn as thoughts of you trying to get to that next plateau. Anticipation grew to hear another moan, your breath racing, your body adjusting with the timing of the sensations. I tried to quietly hear more, as my curiosity fed my arousal. My loins began pumping blood to my dick to awaken its desire to harden and expand in girth. My mind went to what would happen if I had opened the door. Finding you in your state of wetness, laying there in astonishment and annoyance,.