I must've lain their an hour until the dorm supervisor, my mentor Professor B?rg, heard my hoarse cry. B?rg was a 6'3" nordic god, and as well as bei...g my dorm supervisor and Sports Psych professor, was a gym buddy and confidant. I'd avoided him since I'd first volunteered, so running out in his boxers, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my ripped pumped body. Hearing my moans, he figured I'd been on some drunk hazing ritual. First he tried to grab my under the armpits and lift me,. In my haste to go and rest in my room, I had completely forgotten to clean her cunt after my last fuck. Of course I had put her panties back on and also her gown, but during the night much of my spunk must have leaked out of her well-fucked vagina.These thoughts brought back the memories of her well-stretched cunt. I was mystified as to how the muscles of her cunt were so slack at the beginning, then they became wonderfully tight after a while. This plus her lack of hymen all pointed to the. " Yikes! Maybe my mind just can't do it." Oh, don't think that way! A key part of jumping is the confidence." We walked back ten feet. "Try again. Lock the image, and then link to my mind..."A'moth and I would practice for another half hour, till sundown. We were working out about a kilometer from our home base, on top of a narrow ridgeline in an incredibly twisty maze of passages in a box canyon in West Virginia.We have our base camp in a cave whose only entrance is at the back of a deep crack. He threw the statement in the bin outside the bank and made his way home for another hand-to-dick session;his cock was throbbing at having seen more of Joanna’s tits and the sexy wrapping.He made a point of passing the same London bar every Friday, but he didn’t spot Joanna for months. He had to make do with seeing her in her sexy see-through blouse at the bank once a week. Every so often he would overhear some snippet of last night’s exploits. She looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her.