D. thesis in physiology wasn't exactly Nobel Prize material, and I was growing desperate for a job when my thesis adviser at MU called me in."Mark," h...e said, "I have a research program for you. Fully funded. It might last indefinitely."There had to be something wrong with it, of course. And there was. I looked a question at him."It's funded by Sir Lance-A-Lot. You know, the condom manufacturers," he explained."What do they want?" I asked."Nothing more or less than a thorough new study of penis. I vaguely said that some complications had come up, I'd tell her about it someday. I mumbled something about people not being what they seemed; she paused and nodded knowingly.I drove her home; she rested her hand on my arm. That was nice. Trading cock with those guys, even fucking Molly, was hot sex but the feminine touch was special. We agreed to do something on the weekend; we had a quick goodnight kiss at her door and I headed home.-----I was at Ed's office a few minutes early, but he'd. It was during this that I happened to notice they had a stash of dirty movies as we went about replacing things. Oddly enough, most of them were heterosexual in nature. Which I was surprised at, figuring that lesbians would prefer seeing and watching other women together. And not that they didn't have a good deal of those movies too, they did ... but they had at least an equal amount of good old "fuck flicks" as we called them."I thought lesbians didn't enjoy looking at naked men," I said. Paula was pumping Simon's tool madly as if in competition with Kerry now doing the same with mine. She paused only to acknowledge a deep thrust by Norman forcing his dick further into her arse behind her by furrowing her brow with a look of surprised pleasure. Apart from that she held a fixed and grim stare of concentration as she sucked and wanked Simon into her thin and puckered lips.Kerry drew her lush and soft lips over my end as she accelerated the speed of her yanking on my tool.I was on.