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Logan awoke with a start. He caught fleeting scents of Jean. At first he resigned it to sleep and her flirtatious movements after dinner. Then he woke completely up, his mutant senses in overdrive. Jean had been there, he could “see” where she had been standing just outside his room, and her path back to her and Scott’s. She had tried to mask her movements by floating with her telekinetic gift, but her scent was still there. After realizing what he had awoke to, he realized why he had awoke, his cock was rock hard. He had been seeing images of Jean since his “accidental” brush during the morning exercise. While saving her from the Danger Room Sabertooth, he had brushed her supple breasts. She had played it off, but he knew that she knew it was no accident. All through dinner, flashes of Jean’s nude body had bounded through his mind. After dinner, it seemed to take her a long time to get up the stairs, and he could not avoid the way her ass had wafted back and forth in front of his eye line as they ascended the stairs. Now he awoke with the feeling that someone had been jacking him off, and he could clearly “seen” Jean’s path away from his door. It seemed little Jeannie had gotten revenge. That did nothing, however, to reduce the painful surge in his loins.

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