I leaned up and threw my arms around his neck, then dragged him down onto my body and held him to me as I luxuriated in waves of aftershocks and relea...e. When my body finally relaxed and my breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I released my grip and Dad sat up. “I want you to fuck me, please,” I said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I returned his kiss passionately, thrusting my tongue into his mouth suggestively and trying to sc**** my tender nipples against his bare chest. I pulled. Her mental command of lightning caused an arc to jump from her finger and touch each of the bandits, in turn. They were not immediately electrocuted because they were all wearing chain mail which conducted the electricity away from their vital organs and head. However, there was enough current in the arc to heat the mail to red heat. This turned each of the bandits into a torch of flame as his skin caught fire. It took a few seconds for the bandits to die, so their pain must have registered. Then, I pulled my briefs to the floor and stood there. Of course, being a healthy male in the presence of a stunning naked female, I was quite erect and was pointing to a spot on the opposite wall above her head. A smile widened across her face as she asked softly, ‘May I touch it, Michael?’ and I nodded as she stepped toward me. I looked down as I watched her fingers wrap around my dick giving it a slight squeeze, then moving her hand back and forth. Then, she let go and moved her hand under. Of course, you must be asking, what griffonage on earth brought on this little episode that I seem to need to write about my affliction. Well, it was the giggle that I had to expel while reading a tidbit about words that are constantly swooshing around us but oft times we don’t have hint of a clue what the actual “Dictionary” word is that started these thoughts and triggered the remembery. In part I blame Starbucks or perhaps more to the point, one of the many zarfs I encounter in my pretense.