July 29th, 2010 | 
Author: He stayed inside her for several more minutes, pumping gently. Finally, when he started to go soft, he pulled out. He lifted her off the chairs and stood her up. There were tears on her cheek and imprints on her knees from the chairs, and sperm leaked down her thigh, but she looked happy. He hugged her and held her for awhile.
He stepped back, swirled his hands in front of him like a fast swim-stroke, then suddenly spread his arms wide. There was a flash, then the world returned to normal and continued on from the point when he had stopped it. There she was, dressed and uneffected, doing her absentminded foot-dance while looking at items on the shelves. Her mother was there, lecturing her about her grades, as usual. It was as though nothing had happened. She did not have any sperm in her.
But as he passed by, he caught her eye and held it. She gave a little gasp of apprehension. This stranger she had caught staring at her legs moments before: she now felt that she knew him in a secret and nasty way. He stood right next to her and she did not move away. He reached out with one hand and fondled her ass gently for four whole seconds. She did not flinch, but instead she actually took the touch as a caress. Her mother was furious, but was too confused by her daughter's reaction to speak for the moment. He turned and walked away, but before he disappeared around the last corner, he looked back and gave her an evil grin. She waved good-bye with a yearning and bewildered expression on her face.
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