Jason nodded, and with the mortar under his arm, Nelson approached the vertical field of darkness. About to enter the threshold, he got down on his ha...ds and knees and moved into it backwards, with his lower body instantly dropping as if he were hanging from a cliff. As he lowered himself down, any part of his body that passed that black field became completely invisible to Jason, as if Professor Nelson were entering a portal from a sci-fi movie. Giving Jason one final nod, he lowered himself. He didn't ask me if I was all right this time. I guess he found out how rough I like it. He then leaned forward and pulled my face down. He kissed me and rubbed my back, while still fucking the shit out of me. He then took this opportunity to stick his face in my tits and let me shake then for him. He grabbed my ass as well. He then directed me to get off of him, and I did as I was told. "Move over here baby, and stick that sexy ass into the air for me" he said. "Ok baby" I replied, in a. I was just calming down when she came back. But instead of going over to the couch she went to the downstairs bathroom which was behind me and to my left. She goes in there and sits down leaving the door wide open. I could see her on the toilet sitting down. She pulled up her nightgown and I could see the naked side of her one leg up to her waist. She must have known I was watching her pee. I could hear her peeing. She got up, washed her hands and came back to the couch.I never saw a girl. For one she has a larger ass than I usually enjoy watching even though some guys love that and her chest is the same way in being slightly larger than I prefer. She also is a brunette and I’ve been a guy who’s been mostly into blondes. That last part I am guessing is because my mother is blonde. Many psychology classes have tried to convince me of that last one. What I’ve said being true did not change the fact that sometimes a sweaty attractive woman looks that much better when sweat is.