I can see and hear and smell and feel, but I can't move.So that part's working too. You're sharing my senses, but you can't control me. Actually, it's...pretty-much entirely the other way around.This is obviously the mortal world, early twenty-first century, but other than that what's going on?I summoned you. You're a free-willed but inchoate spark of divine energy that I've extracted from of the interstitial vortex between dimensions.What the fuck did that mean?I guess you're not one of the. Far too lovely for the likes of me, there was no doubt who she was when she walked in. Her red hair, freckles and blue eyes lit up the place, and her body was stunning; just enough breast to make you want to reach up and tug at her nipples while you worship with your tongue, and an ass could have caused me to step on my tongue had I not been trying to not only be a gentleman, but also knowing I didn't stand a chance! Before she could be swarmed on by those (male and female) whose heads she. . pinned to her door was a note written in Sharpie.'Simone, I'm fine. They're in a panic about a little bite. I'll probably have to stay the night for observation. I'll be back. When you're dealing with idiots you expect moronic behavior. John'Just a little note, written in Sharpie, on a the back of a piece torn from her sketchpad ... with a finished portrait of the professor on the front of it. Naturally, the ink bled through. She crumpled the note ... and drawing ... and cried. I held out my. I imagined it was my online friend instead of this sexy but random stranger. I noted how quiet it had become in the store. Her fingers probed my behind with tenderness and lust and she spent enough time on my pussy that my hips began to buck. Then she kept the pace up on my lips and clit and slowly inserted a finger into my back door. Moving it in and out slowly, she gently probed and expanded until my reflexive resistance had relaxed.She definitely knew her way around a vagina! She had me.