My class Instructor was one of the 3 men that Anthony had shared me with in his apartment awhile back. He didn’t really see me until we were startin...g to introduce ourselves and what our Major was planning to be.He took a closer look at me, stood up and walked over to me, and stretched his hand out to shake. I took his hand, and he said that he remembered me as a friend of a friend, and was glad that I was in his class. The process continued with the rest of the students, but when I would look. We continued to collide together as I went up and she came down and she became very animated. "Fuck biiiiig brother," "Fill your slut siiiister," and finally, "I'm coooooomimg." I felt her juices flow around my cock and onto my groin as she slowed down. I moved my hands up, held her up by her breasts, as I continued thrusting into her throughout her orgasm. "Don't stooooop," she babbled as she continued coming and coming. "Like that slut," I questioned, my own balls beginning to boil. "Fuuuck. I found him in the parking lot, so I entered his vehicle. To my surprise it was the same man from the restroom from work. He was still tapping his huge cock. He asked me if there was anywhere we could go. I didn't no where we could go since my girlfriend was at home sleeping. I remembered a public outhouse by the lake, I live in a small town maybe 100 people. I told him where to go, and we got out of his vehicle. He followed me into the restroom again. I was a little drunk at the time, maybe to. He felt like going outside in anything below 70 degrees was torture after living on the island for so long.We went to the New York apartment afterwards. I visited with old friends and toured the construction site at ground zero, where work continued. Albert and I visited the West St Buddhist temple, and viewed the glass platform that stood above the circle I cut in the street. It was a tourist spot, with exhibits about the sword, and the curses, including a running total of deaths by.