Jimmy almost passed out. Spurt after spurt, grunt after grunt, still Tracy wouldn't let go. Finally, Jimmy was so weak that he leaned forward over Tra...y's back and put his hands on the hatchback floor. As he did this his hips moved back and his dick popped out of her mouth. Tracy wrapped her hands around his legs while his dick rested against her cheek."Aunt Tracy," he mumbled while trying to catch his breath, "You're out of control!" Did you like it?" "Like it? It was awesome! I thought it. "Thedoctor? Doctor T. Martelli." No? Then who the hell does this Doctor Martelli work for?" The Dean'smood was not improving by the conversation."Find out! I want to know what the hell's going on here!" He slammeddown the phone, angrier than when he'd first dialed the clinic's number.He took a couple of deep breaths, sinking his face into his hands, hiselbows propped on his desk. "God dammit, Jillian!" he cursed, shakinghis head. "I promised your mother that I'd take good care of. The books in your cells are his favorite works; you may get an idea from them what to say."Julie looked. Shakespeare, Moliere, Euripides, the romantic poets, Robert Frost, Thorne Smith (what was he doing here?) and of course, the collected works of Eric Otten. 'What an egomaniac,' thought Julie. She poured over the books -- picking things from memory. Finally, she was ready. She only hoped it would work.When Eric next appeared to gloat, he told them that Bashful was eating out of garbage. One hand now covered in your wetness as the other pulled me to your cleavage. Your breasts were so soft against my ashen face their throbbing filled my sensitive ears. “Take me now” you implored subconsciously from the depths of your mind lost in passion. Only then did I show you the full length of my pure white fangs which could only be matched by the length of their accompanying slithery tongue. I sunk then into the softness of your blossoming bosom as you gave a sharp intake of breath. I.