Slowly turning the knob the door opened. It was no room but a flight of stone steps that led down somewhere. Half a dozen steps were visible but after... that there was nothing but inky, darkness the rest of the way down.Dustin hesitated a moment and considered where it might lead. It could lead to a way out, he thought. maybe. He hoped it did. But then what was the waste room for? In his mind he pictured a giant room full of trash that slowly compacted in on itself like the one from Star Wars.. Moreover, we lived on a postage stamp plot in the suburbs, with so few trees around that there'd have been little enough foliage to admire even if it were October.But then, I knew I wasn't normal.I'd come to accept that, sometimes, truly impossible things were, for me at least, perfectly straightforward. I had the power to change things. About myself. About others. And about the world around me. The way things looked, and smelled, and the way they felt. It took some effort, and it tired me out,. Once again there was something familiar about that voice, but I was way too engrossed in the sensations of her pussy grasping at my cock as she climaxed. The rhythmic rippling of her pussy along my cock as she came sent me over the edge and with a groan I pushed as deep as I could into her. A moment later I felt the hot rush of my seed spurting into her depths, my climax seemed to drive her to an even higher peak which made my orgasm all the more intense. We strained against each other for a. That’s all.” Professor Park looked confused, perhaps stunned, she wasn’t sure. She took his hand and placed his palm against her stomach which was flat and smooth and warm and soft. With an unexpected suddenness, the contact of his skin on hers seemed, for her, one of the most erotic and intimate things she could remember experiencing of late. Her breasts were slight; her nipples were dark brown and stiffened from the cool of the office. Carefully, with his hand still in place, he leaned.