they get going

"Well, my house isn't far from here. We're pretty close now. Let's get a move on." Michael finally said.

"Yeah, I could use some clothes..." Hannah said. She put a hand between her legs and brought it back up to look at. It was positively drenched. "And maybe a shower."

"A cold one." Michael said, looking uneasily at the, frankly, freakish amount of fluid dripping down her hand. "Let's uh... this way." He said, his throbbing hard cock leading the way.

It wasn't long at all before they saw that the trees began to thin out, and beyond them was a small yard and the back of a house!

"There it is!" Michael said, "thank fuck my folks are on vacation."

"Yeah, that'd be a bit much if they had to see us like this." Hannah said with relief.

The two nude collegiates made their way to the edge of the tree line, both of them carefully looking back and forth for anyone futzing about in the neighboring back yards. When they were sure the coast was clear, they made a dash for the back door.

"They never lock this thing." Michael said as he pulled the sliding glass door open and they both went inside.

"CIVILIZATION!!!" Hannah cried out, punching her hands upward in celebration but recoiling when her hands slammed into the ceiling, "Ow! Jeez, low ceilings much?"

"No, you're just a freak." Michael joked.

"if that ain't the pot calling the frying pan black." Hannah rebutted.

"Kettle." Michael corrected.

"Whatever." Hannah said, rolling her eyes, she glanced down at Michael's dick. It was still huge and rigid. "We gotta get some clothes on you, boy. Maybe then that thing will calm the hell down."

Michael looked down at his hard cock, then to between Hannah's thighs, clear liquid was running down them all the way to her ankles.

"You better do the same. The carpet's already fucked up enough, we don't need you staining it." he fired back pointing to the old, wrinkled carpet of his basement.

Hannah brushed off his jape and walked past him, "Okay, so where's your mom's room? I don't think any of your clothes would fit me, cute as that sounds."

"Fair enough," Michael admitted, "It's upstairs down the hall. My room's down here by the laundry room. I'll see you back here when we're both members of the human race again."

"Ya don't gotta tell me twice. Hope your mom's get a better fashion sense than you." She teased, already climbing the stairs.

"Hey Hannah..." Michael called out as she was nearly at the top.

She stopped and turned around a little to look down at him, admiring his sexy little body and rigid member one more time as she said, "yeah?"

He smiled and said, "You got a great ass."