My pussy was grinding against the desk, spreading juices everywhere, I hopped up on the desk, leant back, spread my legs and attacked my pussy, hard f...st strokes drawing me closer and closer and closer to a mindblowing orgasm. I could feel the heat building up, burning, I was so close, moaning uncontrollably, begging my non-existent master to let me cum, I could feel my juices leaking out onto the desk and I moaned even louder, just as I could feel my walls pulsing and my breath come in. Nothing remarkable happened, andI strode home thinking only of renewing my bus pass the next morning. Imade a snack, I brushed my teeth, I went to bed.That was the end.I arose the next morning as groggy as I usually am, I have a tendencyto oversleep, which clouds the mind a lot more than under sleeping onwaking. I got out of bed, eyes closed over, and began the arduousmorning journey to my bathroom. Over the years I'd managed to learn thefloor plan to the extent where I could get up, use the. She opened her eyes slowly to find herself blinded by a tremendous whiteness, long dormant pupils straining to remember how to perform their single function. It was hard to comprehend that she'd lived through twenty nine years of life in only three months of real time. She successfully managed to twitch her fingertips, scrunch her toes, and flex a few facial muscles. The body seemed as little creaky after its hibernation, but it was responding to her commands, albeit hesitantly. In all, it. " I went around the bed to her purse. As I got out her billfold, I looked at mom. She looked awful. Normally, my mom was a very pretty lady. Some of my friends even make jokes about how hot she is, but now she looked really sick. Her eyes were sunken and ringed in red. Her hair was matted and tangled. She had on the same clothes that she was wearing last night. I was getting very worried. I figured that I had better call dad. Even when he was out of town, he always called us, but most times it.