Davis, not ours." The detective told me. "Don't worry, we're still after ol' Don." He chuckled. "Maybe you'll be cell mates, and can swap stories." No... he horse laughed.I sat quietly with the handcuffs on and said very quietly. "They're both eighteen years old."The detective got very quiet and started studying his notes. About that time the female officer came around the corner. "Sarge, we've got a problem."The detective looked at me confused, and then turned his head to look at the officer.. But we were not naked and all of the clothes I wore, they are elsewhere, and I wear a fresh set of armour today, not imbued with her scent. And my skin was cleansed of my experience. So how do I explain?Her scent lingers still, and my flesh once again becomes firm. Can she sense that from where she is? Does she too imagine the flesh, my flesh or her own, as part of this twisting of time, where yesterday becomes today, and where past becomes present and future? Does she control time to that. You've just been accepted as a second year student after gaining the attention of the school's board of directors. Unfortunately that attention was unwanted as you experienced a magical outburst in a very public place thus landing yourself on their radar.Now here you are, first day of classes, standing around in an impressive marble lobby with around twenty other new students who look equally as clueless as you do. You can't help but feel like cattle as you all stand around grazing, unsure of. I sucked his balls for a few more seconds before releasing them. Then I licked from the base up to the top of his cock, but not licking his tip. I licked the underside of his cock up and down, stroking it as I go along. Looking up at him, I saw that he was enjoying it. Thats when I took him in my hot mouth. "Fuck Nikki, thats it baby girl!" he said as I began to suck him in. I was twirling my tongue all over his cock and then sucked on his head. I put the tip of my tongue inside his cock slit.