I felt like I was breaking into a bank or something. I looked around, no cocks. I decided to sit on the floor and wait, while I calmed myself a bit mo...e. After what seemed a lifetime, I heard someone walk into one of the cubicles next to mine. My heart began pounding again. And then, a cock slid through the hole in front of me. This was it, it was going to happen. I felt so damn guilty but I pushed the feeling aside and my desire led my hand towards the cock. It was a bit smaller than the one. Because it'd taken fourteen years for my abilities to manifest we couldn't just get Carol to pop out a baby, then say, "Yep, it's got the abilities. No need for your womb then, Donna." Conceivably (if you'll excuse the pun), Carol might not have the mutation but Donna might, including as a recessive. Possibly the only way to produce more people with my abilities could be babies from Donna and me.In the ensuing discussion, I dropped in a few comments: "I've never thought of Donna that way",. He saw it was Rob Peterson the team water boy had managed to trip over a loose ball and fall flat face on the floor. All the guys on the team howled with laughter. Rob was the butt of all kind of jokes. He was clumsy, shy and he had a little dick. Even for a white boy he was small. If his dad was not such a rich old son of a bitch the team would have nothing to do with him. You see not only was Rob’s daddy rich but he was a real liberal with a guilty conscience so he supplied scholarships for. The humiliating gesture was lost on Michele as shegreedily lapped at the slowly deflating member whenever it got near herlips.Jermain pulled himself away from Michele and hopped off the bed."Shit bitch; you pretend you don't like it; but you are one cock-suckingwhore!" he laughed as he zipped his flies and reached for his shoes.Ronnie pulled his cock from Michele's arse with audible plop. Semenmixed with blood, body lotion and a small amount of faecal matter ran ina rivulet from Michele's anus.