Professor Perlman walked up to her holding her essay."Leigh Walters, right?" The professor asked.Leigh was a bit taken aback. "Yeah ... I mean yes, I ...am." I just wanted to say that I was impressed by your essay." Professor Perlman spoke with the same calm, relaxing tones he used during the lecture."I didn't know you had time to read it already," Leigh said surprised."Well, I looked over a couple of them before my lecture to see if I was going to be repeating things everyone already knew. I am. Her pussy was so wet, and was tingling uncontrollably, she pressed her body hard against his. His hands squeezed her soft ass, caressing it, mapping out every inch in his mind with his hands. He loved her ass! How many hundreds of times does he picture that ass when he masturbates?Liz was conscious of the huge bulge in his shorts as he pressed up against her. He slid one of his hands around to the front of her body, over her thighs to her crotch. He rubbed her horny pussy over her jeans as they. .. and growing...)ache in my confined privates. It seemed every woman I looked at wassexually intriguing, and I had to consciously keep myself from staringat the women in the room.That night we went back out to the quiet bar, the one I mentionedearlier, where the woman Lila seemed to be coming on to me (and most ofthe other guys there!) Only it seemed that when I discouraged heradvances, Lila must have concluded I was gay, and she'd been talkingabout me to one of her gay co-workers! This guy. "Yeah? And you know what? I was having a good time until a couple of minutes ago!" she told him."Let's go somewhere where we can talk." How about... not!" she laughed."Jen, please! I know I hurt you, but you can't just give up on me, on us." You know what Ryan? If you had hit me, that would have hurt me less than what you did," she said suddenly."Jen! You know I would never hit you!" Yeah, but if you had, it would have hurt me less!" she repeated.He paused, staring at her. "I'm so sorry," he.