"Thanks." She said taking it and laying it over her hyperactive legs. With two minutes before interracial class was supposed to start the professor walked in and started passing out tests. Kelly and I silently wished each other luck and then bent our heads over the tests in front of us and began to try and do the impossible: Calculus. I was in my third attempt at answering the first question on the test when I noticed Kelly's legs were just getting out of control. One of her legs was hopping up and down so violently that she kept hitting the bottom of her desk, making the work that she was supposed to be showing look like it had been done during an earthquake. She tried to pay attention to her test and get her body under control. I saw her take deep breaths with her eyes closed several times. About ten minutes into the test she seemed to have had enough. She raised her hand and when the professor made his way up the stairs to speak with her, she asked in a whisper that was loud with desperation, "Could I use the bathroom please?" The professor smiled kindly and informed her, "I'm sorry, I can't allow that, to prevent students from cheating." Kelly made another plea, "Please. I swear I really do need masturbation to use the bathroom." "After you have turned in your test you are free to go wherever you please." The professor said and made his way back down to the front of the room so that he could look out upon his minions. "Fuck you." I heard Kelly whisper quietly under her breath. She was shooting a lethal look at the professor's back. I gave her a sympathetic look to let her know that I also thought this guy was a pretentious douche and was all too eager to exploit the small amount of power that he had been given. I didn't know if my face could express all that, but she shook her head and smiled before refocusing on the paper in front of her. Her focus broke quickly massage and her leg began to hop all over the place again. After another few minutes passed Kelly was unknowingly thrusting her left hand against her crotch to assist in the battle of sensual resistance that her body was waging against itself. Her right hand was attempting to hold her pencil to keep up appearances that she was still trying to do math. Her body rocked back and forth in spite of itself. "You okay?" I asked under my breath. In response she looked up and made eye contact with me, I could see that tears were starting to form in her eyes, she shook her head no while biting her lip so hard that it turned white. I watched the desperate dance that she was doing out of the pussy corner of my eye, I was far more interested in what was going on next to me than what the test was asking me to do. I wished I still had my sweatshirt to put over my lap because I was beginning to notice a growing discomfort in my jeans as my dick unfolded itself (Lucky for me, I think Kelly was so distracted that she wouldn't have noticed if I was furiously jerking off next to her, so there was no chance that she would notice that her desperation to go to the bathroom was giving me a hardon). As it asian was, my sweatshirt had been shifted in between Kelly's legs where she was pressing it against her strained crotch so hard that it looked like she was trying to pack it inside herself. I watched with more of an uninhibited interest while Kelly shifted and turned in her uncomfortable metal chair, rubbing her fine legs together with nothing but my sweatshirt separating skin from grinding against skin. Kelly took several quick, sharp gasps that seemed like a rushed attempt at calming, deep breaths. A few seconds later she let out a soft, mildly confused, mostly terrified "Fuck". I knew what it meant as soon as she said it. She was no longer holding it. She was pissing through the light fabric of her panties. Her pee was then going right into the sweatshirt that was still tightly pressed against her crotch, my sweatshirt. Whatever liquids weren't absorbed by my sweatshirt (of which there was a lot) hit the metal chair she was sitting on and ran backwards, soaking her skirt and dampening her ass beneath. After trickling past her ass, the pee overflowed onto the classroom floor. I began to hear a pitter patter which quickly evolved into the sound of the world's smallest waterfall hitting the cement floor. Some of the artifacts at her place looked like they belonged in museums. I’m glad I did, because as soon as my legs spread and I stood up, my aching member masturbation protruded outwards and I’m about ninety-nine percent sure that both of them would have noticed. She obviously hadn’t done this before, but I let that pass. “Hey chill out man, we’re all just having massage some fun.” Josh, who was still jerking Logan, tried to say, but I wasn’t having it. I laid back and relaxed. DUH!! “Yeah,” I said sitting up. “ Trenok, no! ” Certiok cried, grabbing for me. But the words had been said, and all had heard them. I was doing everything sensual I could think of, trying to keep myself occupied. She held my head tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not leave my mouth. "Get yourself up on the table interracial here and put your feet in the stirrups. “Well, you’ll never hear me complain. When she regained conscious she thought of her son. I bucked and shuddered. There was a definite danger that this might upturn the patiently constructed balance that he asian had achieved in his life. Another reason to run: So far he had only been used pussy by other students around his own age. Without even asking Sarah looked at me for tacit approval, gave him our room number and said, “Two-thirty, and don’t be late.” "'Now don't be silly. I was happy to follow a little way behind, watching her jog.