As we were kissing his hand slowly made its way to my thigh, and then slowly up under my skirt. Next thing I knew, he had my panties pulled to the sid... and was rubbing my clit. With his other hand, he took mine and slid it over to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock beneath his pants, and slowly stroked it through his pants. Soon I broke away from our kiss and took both hands and undid his belt and pants. I pulled out his cock and started stroking it. It seemed fully hard, but I had never. I watched her walk through dressed in a little summer dress and her arse wiggled as she walked past me, I offered her a beer and joint, both well received and we chatted about the day, she told me that they never worried about clothes in their house as she had been brought up in a naturist environment, she had seen her dad naked most of her life.She seemed a happy girl so I saw no reason to be worried or concerned, she looked good and I seemed to remember how the weed affected her the first. And that meant that John could do anything he wanted. After all, who could stop him if, with just a few words, he could change the way they thought. "So, what is it that I want", John asked himself. Obviously, he wanted to be able to continue fucking anyone he chose, especially since a side effect of this power was that he was perpetually horny, with enough stamina to carry out his desires. "But should I be thinking bigger", John asked himself as he ate. "After all, with this ability, I could. I was weak in math and he was good in math and everybody in my house knew it.So I went to his house daily on the pretext of asking him doubt in math and I used to beg him to tell what it was that he was showing to me. He used to say that you go to your house and sit and I will show it through the door. But I started begging him daily to show it in his room.After about two weeks of begging and assurance to him that I will not tell it to any body he agreed. He pulled down the zip in front of me.