His pussy was feeling a little more than moist. These sensations were frightening him, even though they felt pretty good. He was writhing in the n...ew feelings that were overcoming him. It seemed to be too much. "Do you know what you're doing?" he asked her."No, but we're going to learn!" she said as she lifted the bottom of Tim's shirt up, trying to get it over his head."Good deal," he replied as he tried lifing his arms. They did get the shirt off, even though it got a little. As I caress you with my fingers you ease my trousers down my legs and I allow you to strip what clothes I wear from my body. Naked I return to you and I lay again next to you my fingers tracing the curve the contour of your lips, and then the curve of your breasts. Those marvelous breasts are so sensitive, topped by your brown nipples, nipples are so sensitive and my lips caress them. I traced my tongue across them and tasted their wondrous hardness with my tongue. As I caressed you, you. I had stopped going to Professor Donovan’s office hours, and frankly, I missed the intellectual stimulation. His lectures were still great, but I sat in the back of the class and avoided asking questions or making eye contact with him.Two days of rain had turned the most recent snowfall into dirty gray slush, transforming the cobblestone walkways of campus into barely navigable rivers. As if our huge stacks of readings and papers weren’t bad enough, nature had to have a go at me during a day of. By the time I reached the door the bus had pulled off again, a few more seconds I thought and I'm out of here. Standing up intensified the vibrations, the jolts, the jerks, the bumps, every motion hitting me harder and harder than before. So close just hold on and I won't be reduced to wailing and writhing in pleasure on packed commuter bus.Finally the bus roughly halted at the next stop, I rudely pushed my way past the people trying to board and tottered of into the distance, anywhere away.