" Hey Marge, how are things going? Got the sucker corralled yet?" " Damn it, Frank. Mariah, Mariah, NOT Marge. Why can't you get that into that thick ...kull of yours. You have to call me Mariah," she hissed."Ok, Ok, Ok, Mariah. I'll remember, don't get your tits in an uproar." Frank complained. "Anyway, how's it going out there?"Mariah calmed down, "Nicely, Frank, and things are moving better than I had anticipated. Guess what? We're flying into Philly. He has some business with his old firm and. We've just gotta siphon off the excess energy in her body, and she'll be fine." Vantha brought her telekinesis ability into focus, and concentrated on the steel-hard pillar that was Summer's cock. Ordinarily, Vantha would focus on her own piece of meat for an event of this nature. But now she had to work on Summer's cock. "Okay, Rayleena," said Vantha. "I've got her shaft enveloped in my mental field. You do the same, and then we'll start working on her cock." "Right. I'm focusing my. It had hurt at first when he was forcing himself into my ass, but gradually i got used to the feeling, my ass felt so full with his cock deep in my ass and him not moving, letting me get used to it.Once he had me used to the feeling of his fat cock deep in side my girly ass he pulled out slowly, and pushed himself back in, he did this repeatedly, i moaned every time he slid back in but sighed every time he pulled out, he slowly started to fuck my me, he started to get into a rhythm, i then felt. ‘Settle down, Stan,’ he told himself aloud, ‘Get a grip. It’s just a date, you’re not getting married!’ He forced himself to schedule things: shower, followed by a change of clothes, a quick snack, then listen to some soothing music. Oh, wait, better have the snack first – he didn’t want to drip strawberry jam down his clean shirt, and that would be bound to happen. Actually, better the music first. Mozart’s Wind Serenade filled the living room, and Stan sat, seeking a little peace at last. He.