"What is it, Mister Bentley?" Doctor Ken asked him."Uh ... I'm having trouble understanding what you want with this assignment and the TA wasn't any h...elp."I stood up. "I'll let you get back to your real work," I said."Get me Terri! Fast!" he laughed."Be wary of what you wish for," I laughed over my shoulder to Doctor Ken. To Bentley I said, "He's yours." Yeah, Mister Bentley, Jeremy actually, knows me. A lot of people who're pursuing engineering degrees know me and the rest of the Community.. I then asked him to lift his backside so that I could pull his pants and underpants down. As I had hoped, his underpants were dripping with spunk.“Let me just take these to the bathroom and use a face cloth to clean them off,” I said, holding his underpants up.In the bathroom, I first gave his underpants a good sniff before I licked cum off them. The smell and taste were heavenly.Once I got back to the bedroom, I moved between his legs before offering to clean his crotch. John’s animated eyes. The blood rushing back into my nipples makes them scream with agony. Before I can even recover from that pain there's a hand on my ass and the plug is pulled from my ass with an audible plop. Without missing a stroke the man in my cunt switched to my ass. Thankfully he wasn't as big as the first man in my mouth or he would have surely ripped me in two. This didn't entirely stop the pain, but I'm sure it could have been worse.He came quickly, thanked me for my tight ass and was gone.How many did. We had a “pineapple express” direct from Hawaii.I made it to the cave, Clair was laughing, delighted. I set her down, she wasn’t shivering. Could be a good sign, could be a bad sign. “Lets get this wet thing off.” I said as I reached for the hem of her dress. She stood, smiled, and let me, still thinking I was being romantic. With the dress off, I assessed her, she was pink, not blue, not shivering was a good sign.I wrung out the dress and set it on a rock to dry, then took off my tee-shirt..