Our eyes, and fingers said everything. With every passing rub, my hand became a little more cramped. Granted, her slit provided a lot of juice, to mak...e my hand easier to maneuver around, but emotional and physical exhaustion still took it's toll on me. My eyes wanted to stay on her, but my eyelids were going down. My hand eventually stopped as my last threads of energy started to dwindle. "Tell me you love me again, Donna. I wanna hear it again," she commanded. With all the energy I could. " Flattery's good, Phil. A bit more and you'll dig yourself out of the hole," she said with the hint of a giggle. "You studying?" Uh, ya." I was starting to feel lost, as if I really had found myself in 1984. I didn't know what exams I was supposed to be prepping for. I didn't know when I'd last spoken to Ellen, or kissed her, or made love to her. A sudden burst of inspiration -- something jogged my memory of this semester. "For econometrics, with Simunson." Huh? What are you talking about?. The sensations going through my cock and into my entire body were like an electric charge stimulating all of my senses, or at times like a strong wind threatening to knock me over. I held onto her, placing my hands behind her head, pulling her closer and deeper onto me, as she continued to suck me. I felt my climax and I told her I was about to orgasm. She simply sucked me harder and latched onto my cock as it reached that moment of release, and she continued sucking me until she had taken all. Framed by a set of long lashes and cheekbones to die for, she is amazing to behold. We weren't really kissing, but with our lips almost touching and our hands moving freely over each others bodies it was fun enough to watch. After a few more drinks it was time for me to relieve my bladder and I headed for the restrooms. As I was moving through the crowd I noticed that not only the guys that were with Camille and me had noticed us dancing. I got interested stares and winks from guys and girls.