Along with a three block stretch of every house along Consular Row before I could concentrate enough to force the twister to return back up into the c...ouds. It wasn't quite the storm of the century for Chicago, but it would rain non-stop for the next three days and create smaller tornadoes that did rather remarkable amount of city property damage. The big one I had summoned would later be graded a very strong Scale 4, the second strongest possible. Mercifully it was never quite traced back to. I get carried away in the moment, but then I let go of the fantasy and shake myself out of my reverie. I proceed to wash my pussy, squeezing some body wash in my palm and gently working it over my clit. I let my fingers linger longer than necessary on my engorged nub and my slippery fingers rubbing my sex feel so good. My thoughts are of Marcus as I remember I once had my webcam on while we chatted and he watched me shower. It was very erotic. I rinse off and get out the shower. Standing in. ”“Yes, I know what a title is,” I replied, then went on, giving her my very best attempt at a Yogi Bear accent, “Whatever you say Boo-Boo.”She rolled her eyes and shook her head. I couldn’t help myself. I figured I’d worn out the Yogi Bear jokes, so I shifted my humor to the only other Yogi I knew.“You know,” I said with a smirk, “when you’re in your class, you can observe a lot just by watching.”Jude didn’t seem to get the reference. She nodded, “Well, Yogi Marcel wants us all to participate. --- Using the remote, he paused the camera. "Um, you need to be more... impassioned," he suggested. "I can tell your body is into this, but your face almost looks bored." "Well," she said, "I like to take a more active role. You are doing a great job of teasing, but..." "You want to be the pleaser?" he asked. "More like this..." she replied. She aimed the remote control at the camera and hit record. --- He is standing half dressed at a window, in the moonlight, and he might be dressing to go.