My cock pointed straight in the air shaking and waving. The pressure had built up such that a large explosion of cum was poised to spray. She knew thi... and scrambled to mount my cock and thrust it deeply inside her wet, throbbing pussy. She swung her leg over my body like a cowgirl mounting her favorite horse. As she descended, my stiff hot cock plunged deeply into her pussy. “ Ooh, that feels so good. This is the only way I want my man in the morning.” She rose up and down on me at a. I could be there in an instant if I wanted. I had all the feedback that I needed for a jump. But instead of jumping, I just tried to do the mental equivalent of focus my eyes. My jump sense got more and more detailed by leaps and bounds. This was the first time anything like this had happened to me. I had a full visual understanding of the Grotto in all directions, all at the same time. It was great! And I could move the visual presence around! I moved it outside the Grotto and took it up.It. I hear no movement behind me, but I can feel her presence and those sharp hazel eyes gazing at my silhouette. My brown eyes concentrate on the screen as the breathing in my chest heavies and collides with the lust slowly drowning me from the inside. Suddenly, I hear the clicks of those infamous heels hitting the hardwood and approaching me: left foot crosses over the right foot and the right foot crosses back over the left. I squirm uncontrollably in my chair as she draws closer, and closer. My arms and legs were spread and secured to the table by an intricate knot system. I struggled briefly to free myself to no avail. I was about to call out to someone to demand freedom when a voice to my right said, "Good. You're finally awake."I turned my head to see Sandra, the young blonde student who had walked in on my interview with Becky the Brown -- or rather my interview with Becky the Brown's meaty gash that had been surrounded by a verdant growth of chestnut curls. Sandra was sitting.