As the night wore on and people went home to their families the last two holdouts were John and me. John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he... was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to more than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the slightest sexual attraction to him or any other man, that was to change in a big way.After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses. That wasn’t good. I was going to fail, and she probably was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I listen to Dave? Why the fuck did I have to turn that story in? I should have just wrote something stupid about wanting a wife and a white picket fence and 2.6 kids or some lame shit like that. I realized I had a couple hours before the time listed so I ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be some reason for me to turn in that paper. I could tell her it. He is big, not as big as she has had recently, but he is still impressive. His balls may be a bit saggy, but they are full and heavy, and they dance against his thighs as his fist moves over his thick shaft, from his base to the swollen tip.And then he climaxes. His prick erupts in a geyser of cum, which sails into the air in a high arc before landing on his chest and belly. Penelope cannot tell if it has just been a while since he had done anything like this or if he always just ejaculated. She then woke me up and asked me to give some place to sleep as the fan was spoiled in her room . Due to the spoiled fan she was full of sweat and as she didnt wear any inner her night gown was stuck to her tits and the big round tits with small nipples on them were clearly visible to me by seeing those my cock was erect . I thought of touching them but i was afraid to do so and slept off. As i said she was a simple house wife she had not wore a bra , her typical work made her sweat a lot and.