Jennifer untied me a few minutes later and cuddled up next to me aswe both recovered from our little experiment."You know this changes everything now ...don't you?" she said in a matter offact tone. A chill ran up my spine but at the same time I was a littleexcited. My dick twitched and Jennifer noticed. "I guess you won't mind toomuch then, huh Timmy, or should we call you Tiffany? Well then my littleslut, there are some clean panties over there you can put on in themorning." As I drifted off to. But I'm also trying to be nice too." I led her to the dining room."I know you are. That's what's freaking me out."She sat down while I set the chicken and stuffing on the table."You even cooked for me? Karl, two days ago you hated my guts. Earlier today you swore to make my life miserable if I did not come here tonight. Something is seriously fishy here."I looked at the table. "Hmm, there's chicken, stuffing, soda and the seasonings tray. I see nothing seriously fishy here."My joke fell flatter. After several minutes of just lying there the professor pulls out and sits on his hunches. I turn over. The professor’s chest is clearly sweaty. His cock is not as stiff as it used to be. I run my hand through his moist chest hair while the professor catches his breath. The professor says he is having a great time and was still horny. He asks if I was up for getting fucked some more. I reach down and pump his cock a few times to answer him. The professor lies on his back and I sit. Feel a little bump or shape?" I do, there's a definite shape. "Ah," she says, "yeah, right there, work on that," she says, her voice even huskier, almost breaking.I flick my tongue back and forth and the shape seems to change some, actually get a little bigger. I get my lips on it. I can hear sort of loud breathing or something from her, sort of "ahh", "ahh" and her hand is still on the back of my head. She keeps getting juicier and juicier. I move my hands from the sides of her cunt to under.