He thought he was talking to another professor.After Thomas helped the professor to bed, he wondered if the Jenkins was just rambling on or was tellin... the truth. The professor continued that he hid the invention because he did not want it falling into the wrong hands and that it could speed up the user so that it appeared time had stopped. Thomas rolled his eyes.After Professor Jenkins fell asleep, Thomas looked at the clock. He had an hour before the Professor's daughter would come relieve. Jones was pumping her self as fast as she could! She was kneading both breasts with her right hand. Now and then she would take her fingers and smear them with the juices of her pussy. After Mrs. Jones got them wet she’d slip them in her mouth and pretend they were a cock! As she pounded her pussy and sucked on the make believe cock Mrs. Jones was fast approaching an orgasm! – – – – – Rob and Bill arrived home and parked Rob’s car. Rob, “You remember how we got Mrs. Zamora to take us both?”. How, how, how could my life be complete without these? I take a step; small and tentative. Move cramped feet one in front of the other with perfect six inch gaps between toe and heel. My ankles moan, my arches trapped in mid air are helpless, all weight shifting forward onto my toes. I tiptoe across the shop; calves taught, thighs extended, a tap of metal, a swish of nylon clad leg, the soft gentle pressure of my thighs caressing my swollen labia with every step as I allow my hips to find the. I could hear her breathing quicken and her thrusts were becoming more deliberate. She was holding my head, directing me where to go. I reached up and grabbed her tits. Feeling them fully for the first time. I gently kneaded them. Working my way to her nipples and pulled them over so softly. She screamed, “Fuck yes!” and her pussy began beating against my tongue as her orgasm took over. She slowly continued rocking for a few minutes as her orgasm subsided. She withdrew from my mouth and stepped.