He grabbed the fork, stopped, andscowled."I guess you want me to pray." You're not thankful?" I asked."For what?" Well, there's this hot meal for one ...thing. I'm not going to steal it awayfrom you and beat you to death if you try to resist. I'm here and not someguard who'll whack you with a club or shoot you with a taser. You're in ahospital room surrounded by women who are caring for you and not in somedetention pod filled with women stealing from you." Okay, fine; you pray then." I did so, but. My cock had lost a little of it’s rigidity. She turned around and swung a leg over me, planting her red bush on my face. I could smell myself in her, and taste our sweat on her sweet lips. She moaned as I once again began my tongue work on her. She brushed her curly red hair to the side and bent over my cock. Her hand gently pushed down the skin from around the head of my member. Her tongue lapped up the small amount of juices, hers, and mine, glistening from the top of my cock. She stroked. But then Derek came over to study with me one afternoon, and he told me that masturbation was just when you do it to yourself." "How did that ever come up in conversation?" Sally asked with a giggle. "You know Derek," Nancy said. "He's always trying to be funny and saying weird sex stuff. He was all like, 'Damn, you look so hot I'm getting so turned on.' " 'We're supposed to be studying,' I said. 'Stop being weird.' " 'All I can study is your body,' he said. 'You're dressed so hot, it's hard to. Inside, there were urinals down one side and three cubicles down the other. The toilets didn't smell quite as bad as I'd expected but there were two guys peeing into the urinals, which was sooo embarrassing. Each had a hand round the front and I visualised them holding their cocks. As we passed, one of them turned around still tucking his equipment back in his jeans and we dived into 2 of the cubicles. I heard Fiona peeing, wiping and pulling up her jeans and I timed it so I would exit at the.