I thought I was going to lose my load before we even got started.“Oohh, stop before I come.”“Just wanted a taste to get my juices going, stud,�...�Larita stands. “I want you to go take a long, hot shower. I will join you shortly.”What seems like forever, she calls out that I should close my eyes and not to open them until told to do so. I feel two hands stroking my back and a sudden unexpected feeling of two hard nipples alternately rubbing against my cock. The hands on my back were really working. No cold beer and no few precious minutes of solitude before the berating began. Oh well, suicide is always an option ... but I wasn't ready to give her the satisfaction ... yet.As I entered the back door leading into the kitchen I set my briefcase on the table and noticed a note on the refrigerator door reading, "You can have yourself a cold beer and watch television or you can come upstairs, have yourself a hot wife and watch your fantasy come true!" My mouth hit the floor, "WHAT THE HELL?"I. I return to the toilet and continue stroking myself.A few seconds passed and the stall door slowly begins to open and Paul is standing there watching me masturbate. I scoot up so that the ass is right on the edge of the toilet and then I lean back almost in a half lying down position and continue to stroke. Without a word Paul comes over, gets on his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I knew he was gay (or at the very least bisexual) because he was giving me head almost as good as any girl. She had decided to get her foreign language requirement finished first. Being Canadian, although not from Quebec, she could already speak some French and thought it would make for an easy time, allowing her more time for her serious studies.She had been right, and wrong. She had no difficulties with the course. Her basic grounding in the language allowed her to easily keep ahead of the class. It was the TEACHER who was giving her sleepless nights.Not that she was alone in that, she was quite.