Then he started fucking me, his cock stretching my ass with each forward thrust, long deep strokes designed to drive me crazy. Occasionally, he'd with...draw his prick completely, leaving me with an empty ache which could only be exorcised by eight inches of rampant cock. Gradually, John picked up the tempo and to make sure I didn't miss a thing, I timed my thrusts to meet his.To fill the void in my cunt, I shifted my weight onto one arm and reached down between my legs. A delightful shiver of. " I saw his flicker at me and raised myhand as I had a suspicion the headsets was because of me, he nodded."Sir, why not lenses and ear-buds?" I thought he might think lensestriggering for me and was signalling that they weren't, he shrugged."OK, free choice everybody." Headsets are less immersive and morecommon in things like Science classes."Alright, you are each being assigned a different person in this sim.It's a brief scenario, and your homework will be to write a brief pieceof fiction. A long, hot kiss. A kiss from a man. I felt his mustache nibble my lips. His hands touched me as having tentacles and could not keep still. I began to undress her with despair. He took away mine. We were naked. Our bodies collided. His kisses made me want to rip his mouth. His tongue danced with mine. Fleeting kiss my neck. And his hands playing with my buttocks. The hair on his chest was something wet. My hands down and touch his cock. It was long and slightly thick. He stood over me. I raise. “You know, you’re pretty damn hot too,” Heather flirted, bringing her mind back to the present.Carol smiled and was quiet for a moment. “At least you didn’t say it,” she said, a note of sadness in her voice.“Say what?” Heather asked honestly.“For your age,” Carol filled in. “That’s how guys usually say it to me anymore. You’re pretty good looking… for your age.”Heather shook her head. “For any age. You’re a babe. Really.”They shared a quiet moment while Heather smoked her cigarette. Carol.