He should have graduated when he was like twelve and gone on to MIT or someplace. The kid had a Jupiter-sized brain in a scrawny, asteroid-sized body....He launched rockets in his backyard. His beach reading was the Principia Mathematica. And he always wore a lab coat, even in gym class.He was wearing it now, as he sat at the head of Professor Flutesnoot's science room waiting for the bell to ring. Beside him, on the black top of the professor's lab table, were a notebook computer and an. ", said Wessel with a wink. "Thanks... Sir...", said Chris sort of awestruck. Chris looked at the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall next to him. "Do you play Chris?", asked Wessel. "No, well I can make sounds come from it... But I would not say that I can play it as you do...", said Chris looking at the ground. Wessel grabbed one of the guitars and handed it to Chris. "Show me... Don't be shy... We are here to enjoy ourselves, as islanders among friends.", said Wessel. "He is a bit worried. Before we drive away I reach back, move your arms over your head and bind your wrists to the door handle. "Hey, Ray let's get going. Why don't you put a blindfold on her and open her sweater all the way. Let's expose her completely, so pull her skirt up to her waist as well." As he does that I start the car and begin driving. Since we flipped a coin to set our direction it was south, and I decide to drive through downtown Portland. At every stop you imagine people walking around us or taller. I let out a cry as my head falls back and my body goes rigid for that split second before it begins to spasm. I can feel the orgasm tear through my body, causing lights to dance behind my eyelids. After a bit, my body relaxes, but still twitches and trembles as the orgasm passes, but you aren’t done. You continue your assault on my breasts with your mouth and you release my hands and wrap one arm around me, holding me in place. I place my hands on your shoulders for support as I feel your free.