I’m crazy old, I vaguely remember helping Mother name all of the animals at the dawn of creation, but she asked me to do one thing that I just could...’t ... and so I self-banished myself and instead became a clinical psychologist. There, in the Mundane world, I lived through at least dozen generations of increasingly fucked up humanity and still remained a hotsy-totsy MILF that barely looks in her mid-thirties. On my worst day, I can make any Boy Scout cum in his pants with just a smile. In. " You promise?" she asked."I swear."She let go of me and looked into my eyes."Will you stay in here tonight? It'll make me feel better."I hesitated. "Umm... alright."I lay down and pulled the covers over myself. After a while, I heard her breathing even out and I knew she was asleep. Slowly, sleep took hold of me as well. The last thing I saw was her face, at peace.----I woke up slowly. The first thing I noticed was my right arm was dead. And I had a face full of cherries. I opened my eyes.. Jackie by the way is Bob’s wife. We turn and stare. "Are you serious?" asks Paul, looking both at Bob and Jackie in turn. "Oh yeah!" says Bob, "She really wants to do this!" I don't know how the other feel at this moment, but my cock gives an almighty great twitch in my pants. Jackie is a well built woman, with a very pretty face, and here she is walking towards us in a blue checked blouse, a knee length loose denim skirt, wedge heeled sandals and a cowboy style hat.As she walks her curvaceous. He know I can't get enough of his cock and uses that against me. He makes me beg to suck him and for him to fuck me. He makes me tell him how much I love his cock and that he can always have me and that I will do anything he tells me as long as I can keep sucking his cock and that he will keep fucking me when our wives are away. That I can be his bitch. He always teases me and tells me he will think about it only if I am a good slut and do as he says. Today was going to be a big test of my.