” I needed no further invitation. I stood up, leaned into her and pushed the tip of my cock into her slit. I grabbed her hips and went at it but in... four or five thrusts I erupted inside her pussy. She let me pump it until I was spent and when I pulled free she grabbed some tissues and handed them to me. “Well, I have good news and bad news, Mr. Jameson,” she said as she got dressed. “Your time for MEF is good, so you have control in that area, but your staying time needs improvement when. The music was really pumping and the more I danced, the less I thought about all the bullshit that had been going on tonight and always. I worshipped the AC/DC God and lost all sense of place and time. I found myself rubbing and grinding against this guy I was dancing with. He was obviously enjoying it. He had on a leather vest with his nipples pierced and tattoos on both arms. He was wearing black PVC pants and after several minutes of rubbing against him he was giving quite a show of his own.. " Flugret said.The older male beside Flugret stepped forward. "Wren," the older male said, "you do realize what happened don't you?" Wren could only shake her head no. This made the older male smile, "you are a very good student you claim not to know even when you do. Always trying to learn, commendable." Then what I suspected actually happened, I broke into the realm of the fifth level." Wren said more as a statement than a question."Very good you are as I expected you to be. T am sure that. Now, to a teenager, a 33-year-old might not necessarily seem “young.” Maybe she was a little bit worse for wear compared to a 33-year-old of today, but a lot of women didn’t exactly age well back in those blue-collar towns from those days: too much drinking and smoking and laying out unprotected in the hot sun and poisoned, mill-town air. I have a feeling, though, that if I could go back in time and see her, not in memory, but as she truly was that summer, I’d probably be astonished at how.