Not wanting to seem anymore like an idiot I just carried on and walked passed her feeling like I was in some kind of wierd dream."Having a night in?"M...y head seemed to snap back in the direction from which the voice came. It really was her asking me the question."Yea," I replied still in disbelief, first that it was her and now that I was actually talking to her. "Just a chilled out day today." I know the feeling," she said looking away momentarily. There was something in her voice that. "He slapped me on the back and headed back to the line."A waste of time, if you ask me."I looked behind me. Mike Reed was standing with Coach Branson. Mike was a junior and the starting quarterback. He'd gotten nominated for all-state last year, though he didn't make it. Mike was also full of himself."You got me, and that's all you need. The girl's around if I need a break." Nice pass, Tony," the coach said, ignoring him."Thanks, coach. And the girl has a name, Mike. And better stats than you. They make it obvious.Not me. I don't REALLY want to be a hero. I just want to be able to use my powers more freely. If I become a famous hero, nobody will question when I have sexy, new hero candidates in my office for work-studies or internships. Nobody would question me hiring girls on for my agency. Meaning they'll be easy to pump full of fun, useful, or sexy triggers." John Doe " a voice droned from the front of the class."Hm? Yeah. I'm here" I answered back, with the rather stern and. Ok, now we will move on to the shaft, so I want you to grab it in both hands. Your hands will be too little to be able to do it with just one. She kneeled up and grasped my shaft, wrapping her tiny hands around its thickness. Like this? Just like that, only now you have to stroke it, like this I covered her little hands with mine and started to stroke my shaft, nice and slow. Soon she had the idea and I was able to pull mine away. She carried on pumping my rock hard cock, my little sisters.