It was a determination that paid due dividends as like with Brad before, a sexagenarian widower of ten years was not going to need very long at all to...blow their load and that was exactly how it played out. With still more than thirteen minutes left to go, Jessica was already gobbling down her first portion of cum and after showing her empty open mouth to the professor, the button was soon pressed and the conveyor belt sent the girls another ten seconds down the corridor to door number three. . " Really wet 4 U."My stomach muscles started to tremble, I'd never felt as turned on for years. Sitting there watching a computer screen with my skirt hitched up and working my fingers slowly up and down on the very tip of my, pussypole? No, my cockclit, that was the tip. I could feel myself growing close as another message popped up."Want 2 cum, Jess? U must ask to cum?"I realised that my having to type one fingered whilst I continued fingering myself would slow things down."Yes please.". Kim was aware of her walk and when she tried to slow it down, repress it, keep it subdued, she only succeeded in making it slow and slinky. It was the same walk used by a stripper who stalks across the stage and removes the last tantalizing shred of clothing and stands magnificently naked except for a trivial G-string, sheer black stockings, and high heels. Kim walked with that breath- taking expectation of something lewd happening.Hank compounded the problem. Although from a proper WASP. I had ignored my heart for years, and now I saw what he was seeing, love. It felt so good, so safe, I was looking forward to the possibilities. The taxi pulled to the side of the road. I paid the fare, and hurried into the lobby of his apartment. The doorman directed me to the elevator, telling me John was expecting me. As I entered the elevator, I started to feel knots in my stomach. Here I was, twenty-two years old, and having butterflies like a sixteen year old going to prom with the hottest.