The rest of her family, who you are meeting for the first time, are taking their places at the table, and you can identify them from previous discussi...ns you have had with Jen.To the left of the empty seat in front of you is Ashley, Jen's sister. A few inches shorter than Jen and two years younger, Ashley's hair is a sandier shade of brown and wavier, worn loose to her shoulders, framing a somewhat rounder and flatter face with finer features. A high school senior on the cross country team, she. "I'd rather give youmy mouth," I say as I kiss his cockhead through his underwear. "I hopeyou don't mind." I kiss it again, basking in the musk rising from hisdesperate dick. His boxer briefs are damp from pre, and I feel my heartflutter and my own excitement build again from the knowledge that I hadthis effect on my man.I pull his underwear down and smile as his turgid dick almost bounces upto slap me in the face. One makeout session and a handjob and I'vedecided he's my man. I wrap my hand. .. ? Regardless. She had referred to pain and damage with sex. Even if we did anything, I wouldn't hurt her. She was as much a victim as Mom and whatever crazed ideas this Mind Magi they were bound to had, I wasn't going to play along. At least not to that degree.I was still in her arms and I braced myself for what I was about to do. I pulled her face to me, kissing her with the same zeal she had shown just a moment before. I needed to see the back of her neck and had to get her to turn around. I boarded the A train to 190th street and could tell I was going to be late for dinner with my wife and daughter so I sent my wife a text letting her know I was going to be late. It was around this time that a younger man boarded the train and squeezed himself right between me and the person next to me. He smelled like he was wearing woman's perfume, was a bit shorter than most and from what I could see he was wearing a tight muscle shirt and a pair of leather pants. As the train lunged forward.