"Jeff thought about that for a minute without responding. Finally he asked, "So, what do you want to do after graduation?"Randy laughed. "Well, first ...everal of my friends from my school in England are going to get together and vacation for a while." Really? Where are you going to go?" So far as I know right now, the plan is to visit about thirty five countries around the world. I don't really know all the details, but we want to get the feel of living in each of them, so it will probably take. I reached out and covered the whole canteen in my mind, counting a total of 317 individual minds. That was way more people than I had ever attempted to control at once, and I fought back the nerves as I began to lay out what I was doing. The first part was to set up a filter of sorts, excluding anyone younger than fourteen and ensuring that they wouldn’t notice a thing. Next, I filtered out anyone who had no true desire to be involved in anything sexual, not wanting to push anyone into. Bill is 17 years older than me and married, but hey... he's really hot and I go weak in the crotch for a good fuck! What's a girl gonna do? Anyway, I hung up and refilled the coffee for the two college geeks, studying for an upcoming final before Christmas break. The boys weakly flirted with me and I smiled back with my patented 'crotchmelter' grin (named as such by an ex-boyfriend of mine).I went back to my stool behind the counter and turned up the volume on my iPod. Bill rigged the sound. With Asok a split-second from orgasm the door opened and my unwished-for fantasy of displaying myself to the rest of the team looked like it might come true, but I wasn’t surprised to see Skipper at the door. Asok didn’t break his stroke, and with the last furious tug of his cock his spunk erupted, landing on my cheek, my chin and my boobs. He resumed wanking, milking every drop and ensuring it landed on me. Skipper watched, enthralled, an enigmatic smile flighting across his face. When Asok.