I rolled my hips to meet his long strokes, our bodies moved together perfectly. Soft kisses, low moans, quivering bodies; we brought each other back d...wn from our high. Our bodies entangled, Derek rolled off of me, but pulled me into his arms. Tom still was seated, not having moved, his mouth partially open, surprise and lust warring on his face. Blissful, I nuzzled into Derek. I could smell myself on him a tang that mingled with his woodsy, salty scent, and I lay, face and nose against him,. ' Dawn wrapped her fingers round my prick and tugged it slowly, her fingers gently nudging the knob-end. I groaned down the phone.'What's she doing?' Came Nicola's high pitched voice.'Pervert!''Just tell me!''She's wanking my cock,' heavy breathing came over the line, '. . .and it feels so fucking good, I want to spunk all over her.' Dawn shook her head. 'But she doesn't want me to. . . oh, that feels nice. . .so I'm going to fuck her up against the wall, a good old fashioned knee trembler. .. .. fishing, but there it was. I decided to play with the hook for a bit, before biting, letting her think she was reeling me in. Hopefully that would get her to open up with me a bit as well, and peak her curiosity enough to give some thought to my eventual suggestion."Oh? And what was that?" Instead of dressing, or even making an attempt to, I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, though sitting slightly at an angle so I could face her. I saw her eyes briefly look over my nude form,. She sniffed it up, and then she sort of went…blank. Her eyes rolled back up into the back of her head, so that only the whites showed, and she just sat there, not moving. ‘I kinda freaked. Asked her if she was alright, if she could hear me. She said yes, but in this distant, vague tone. Like I was bypassing her brain. Funny, but seventeen years later, and I can still hear that voice in my head as clear as a bell. I’d taken some psych courses, like I said, and some of the hypnosis demonstrations.