I later learned that she had spent ten or twenty times. She had no certainty of the number, but swore that they came on after the other for as long as...she could remember.I rolled onto my back expecting to rest a minute or so, but she flung herself upon me and buried her face in my crotch; sucking my now rampant prick greedily and hungrily. There was no mistaking the lust in her; she wanted to devour me.Soon I was taking control, jerking her head back and forth with both hands; carnally fucking. .."The old woman smiled. "Even as we speak, the magic continues to reweave the fabric of reality. Who are you?"Ron frowned, and then opened his mouth. "Ronni Harris. Everyone knows that." And that's short for..."Ron tilted his head. This line of conversation was most peculiar. "Veronica." His mouth dangled open at his own answer. That was impossible. She was ... Veronica. She looked puzzled for a moment. "That's funny," she finally said. "For a moment, I had this strange notion that I was. It had been so long since her husband divorced her -- so long since she had made love! She gasped as his hand slipped under her skirt, rubbing her pubic mound. It felt so good! He pulled her panties down and his hand returned to her crack, lifting her skirt as he went."Uhm...uhh..." She was lost in the sensations. He climbed on top of her, his pants and underwear now down past his knees and his 7" cock pointing toward her hole. He grabbed her top and bra and pulled them up, exposing her. He slowly walked back to his desk, not even caring about his clothes. He sat slumped in his chair like he was totally drained, then someone slipped him a note. I saw the note being passed, asked to see the note, and I read it out loud. It said, ‘Here’s my number. I am Kristen, the one that sucked your cock.’ He looked over to Kristen and smiled at her. The class got a good laugh about it and I think Kristen got a little embarrassed. Everyone looked over at Keith, and we saw he was sleeping. I.