I stepped in the bedroom. MaryBeth was standing by the bed wearing a see-thru nightie. She was exquisite, even her too small boobs were lovely. She lo...ked down at what was between my legs, rushed over and gave me a big kiss. My artificial cock poked her pussy through her panties. She took an immediate liking to it. As we kissed and fondled, she rubbed against the fake me. I enjoyed rubbing my hand over pantie-covered ass. I thought someday, when “normal function” returns, I’ll have to take. But it’s not the view that is on my mind as I steer blankly out the window. Professor Bull: Miss Stacy Tart would you please read the next paragraph and translate it. I was so focused on steering out the window while stroking my pen and pretending that it was a cock. Well you see in our collage we don’t believe in relying on one hundred percent on technology to learn. And fantasizing that I was getting fucked right out there on the field I did not hear my teacher Professor Bull Call my name.. ‘I love you too, Todd,’ she whispered throatily, leaning forward to kiss him again, but this time he stopped her, and reached over to uncover the dessert. For a few moments Allison just sat there staring… trying desperately to wrap her mind around the strangeness of the display. Chocolate, lots of chocolate truffles, in a perfect circle around a small pedestal upon which stood an open jewelry box with a very large and shining diamond in it. ‘Todd…’ she breathed, feeling as though she’d been. In moments, some 30ish stud was pressed against Marty and feeling his cock. I made a point of pulling Marty closer to me, simultaneously passing my hand along Marty's back and feeling his hardening cock. Marty whispered, "you like?" I nodded in the affirmative. He was uncut and allowed me to reach behind Marty and stroke his cock with Marty between us. His lover joined in the play and we began stroking each other in the shower. He and his lover were both Dutch, in their late thirties, muscular.