Poor Jenny, I thought. Wait a minute - poor me! I drove home. Fortunately Jack wasn't around, so I shrugged off the dress, stuffed it in my close...t, pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and went to sleep. Jack woke me the next morning. "Hey sport, Jenny called earlier and she's pissed," he called through the door. "Yeah, yeah," I replied. I threw off my covers and rolled my feet onto the floor - and nearly tripped over my lacy, floor-length nightgown as I stood up. "What. ” I saw PCAD President Claudia Watts headed across the sports field toward us. Bree had a hardhat held out to her as she came to join us. Apparently, Bree was better informed about this than I was. Thank heavens! “Claudia, welcome to SCU,” Haywood said.“Thank you, Preston,” she said. She turned to me. “Tony, I’ve heard great things about you. I haven’t been able to talk to you personally before, but I want you to know that PCAD is very proud of you and is throwing all our support behind this. And so, I decided to become The Smasher. I had always been interested in superheroes, going through a particular obsession with the Three Furies, our local hero trio, in my teens. To this day I followed fan sites that tracked the activity of costumed heroes across the country, hoping to catch video of their latest battles. And Phil had been right about one thing: I did have the powers to qualify me. Hell, there were heroes that didn’t even have powers these days. How hard could it be? But. She had her eyes closed and he was wondering what she was thinking about. He took his cock out of his underwear and began stroking it. A few minutes later, his licking and sucking became more intense and he soon found he was making her cum. She grabbed his head and brought it to hers. They kissed and then he knelt up. She was still on the couch and he brought her legs over his shoulders. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy then slowly slid it in. Just a tip at first, then more.