He leaned in growling, and I grabbed some hair on the back of his head as he pumped his deepest, all 10 inches of him filling me up, and stretching me...apart with a feeling I can't fully describe. Spurred on, I bucked off him with each thrust, pushing my ass into his immense rod.He looked down to watch his shiny fat tool drive in and out of my velvet ass. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I watched his now heavy balls bouncing off my ass cheeks, over and over. The intense visual drove us. " He nodded and put his hand on the back of my neck. "Not now. You may whenwe get home." With that, He led me to His car, an older BMW. Opening the door,He instructed me to sit with my hands together against my lower back. As Heslid into the driver's seat, He leaned over disapprovingly. Putting His handbetween my knees, he opened my legs slightly. "You are never to completely close your legs." Moving His hand to my face, "oryour mouth. To remind you that you're available to me whenever I. ”“Sounds reasonable. Ladies, I think we can make this happen, don’t you? For actual classes, you’re looking at thirty credit hours. That’s eighteen hundred dollars per semester.”Before the Dean could say anything, I pulled out my wallet. “Okay, here you go.” I counted out eighteen one-hundred dollar bills.“Well, that just took care of any further objections my department might have, Dean. Cal, if you’d come see us tomorrow, we’ll have your paperwork complete, your class schedule, and a map of. It's interesting actually remembering something, isn't it?It was definitely the summer of 2027. I remember that day. It was the day everything changed. I don’t really know much about myself. I mean, yeah, I know what I look like – pale skin (though not looking like I’m dead), black hair, steel gray eyes, relatively thin figure, decent clothes (consisting mainly of the black t-shirt with a Japanese character on it in red and a pair of jeans that I wore most often).My most distinctive feature?.