Slowly, the distance between their gazes closed and their lips barely touched when Wyatt suddenly moved back. "Is something wrong?" Amy asked, scared ...that Wyatt was close enough to notice the emptiness in her eyes. He groaned and ran his veiny hands over his flaky blond hair. "I am so sorry, Amy. I don't usually move this fast. It's just...you're pretty, and your favourite book is Catcher in the Rye. And you have the sweetest gaze. Your hair is so soft, I want to feel it in my hands and...I'm. " (in my head, All day?) "So you have been playing with the pussy without permission?" "Yes". (without hesitation) " Did I pay for all those batteries?" "Yeah, Sorry" ( Yeah sorry? can I cash yeah sorry at the fucking bank?)(I haven't bought batteries in years, because there so fucking expensive!!) " So you have been laying here fucking yourself and cumming all fucking day?" " No, I haven't been cumming, except for once, and that was a accident" "What?" "First of all how do you fuck your self. I knew right there that I was going to pass my oral exam.Putting both hands in my hair he began to slide in and out of my mouth as I continued to move up and down. We developed the perfect rhythm. My mouth provided the perfect lube, and I could feel his balls getting heavy, filling with cum. I began to writhe around on the desk and groan as best I could with a mouth full of cock. Although the vibrator was buried in me, I kept pushing back, trying to fuck it. Our pace quickened, both of us. We were a team and worked well together. Bob had a powerful stroke which he put to good advantage in the front, and I paddled in the back and kept our canoe going in a straight line. There really wasn’t a great need to steer that much, since our strokes were so finely tuned.We hit one shallow spot in the creek, which forced us to push off from the bottom with our paddles. That lasted for maybe twenty feet. The remainder of the paddling was easy. We finally landed our canoe on the sandy shore.