Less great.Yeah, it was pretty messed up. Regardless, I woke with a smile on my face. I’m sure most people do post-virginity-losing. Even if that we...en’t the case, today was Friday. Friday is always a good day. Usually the end of the week is where a lot of classes build up to make sure they squeeze in all the required information. Professors are on a schedule just as much as the students are, after all. I, however, was incredibly lucky. Because of my football scholarship, and practices starting. With her pussy dripping wet with her and my cum, she fucked him hard and fast from the start, slamming onto him while screaming that she was going to fuck him so hard, that she wanted another load inside her pussy.Still behind Cindy, I reached both hands around her, squeezing her tits hard, pinching her nipples as hard as I dared. While still riding Mike hard, Cindy looked back to me, pulled my face to hers, told me to be as hard as I like with her tits, she would tell me if it was too much. "Hey are you okay?" Yeah, better now at least," I tell her as she released me from the hug.With her brows wrinkled up, she asked, "What's wrong? If you don't feelup to this today, we can call it off."I shook my head. "No... I need to do this today, you can't imagine howbadly I need to do this..."She pulls me over to the bed and sits us both down. "What happened thismorning? You had an appointment... Is everything okay? You're notgetting sick again, are you?"Seeing how worried she was, I told. If you can controlsomeone's vocabulary you can pretty much dictate how he'll think aboutthings, the range of what he can imagine. George Orwell said that, buthe made it sound like a bad thing. Some muggle-head researcher atStanford just proved that your typical three year old is so utterlybrainwashed he'd rather eat brocolli that came in a McDonald's wrapperthan a burger that just came on a plate. Astounding, isn't it? Andthat, boys and girls, is where I want SpellCrafters to be five yearsfrom.