? She looked embarrassed.?Oh, no, it’s totally fine,? Adam insisted. ?There are plenty of other things I can eat; I don’t need any cake.?Leslie re...turned to him a grateful grin.There was a knock at the door, and the person who came in was Adam’s favorite old art teacher from high school, Mrs. Jefferson. Very down-to-earth, patient, and gentle, she was almost every student’s favorite teacher. She and Leslie must be really close, Adam thought, unable to imagine inviting a former teacher to his own. This one moved. Screamed. Called out for help, hands reaching up towards the circle of light above.Help never came.He wondered why they fell down that long, curved stone wall. They did not come often. Not that he knew time, knew increments by which it could be counted, but he knew nothingness was only rarely interrupted by some creature entering his world. Knew that he did not remember the last to join him, but knew that there had been creatures to forget.Knew that, once, he had fallen in.The. Just give me this, Kristy thought to herself. She didn't want to rub one out in the shower yet again: she wanted to get fucked, feel a cock inside her, taste hot cum, feel it on her body, on her face, in her pussy. She thought about how long it had been since she'd felt any of those things and, with a growl, reached down under her husband's waistband and grabbed his soft cock. She nuzzled his neck as she squeezed and tugged, gently nibbling the lobe of his ear as she coaxed an erection from the. Something incredible had arrived in his world…something innocently beautiful yet unbelievably sensual as she stood before him that first day in a demur black pants suit, her dark hair pulled back in a neat twist…he wanted to see that hair falling free around her slim shoulders…he found his mind filled with many very vivid images as Salina extended a small hand that he shook as he smiled at her, having already made up his mind to get his father alone before the end of the day so he could find.