It should help.” She passed me a pill that looked eerily similar to the one Frank had given me the day I became an Untethered. I just popped it in m... mouth without any questions. The effect was instantaneous, the general weariness leaving my body. But the pill couldn’t do anything about the mental shock I was experiencing.Emma heaved Samuel on her shoulder and set off, motioning at me to follow her. It was after a while that I noticed something peculiar and I asked Emma about it.“We aren’t. I’m getting wet at the thought and anticipation.”Lisa had been sitting cross legged on the couch sipping her wine and ruminating the fantasy benefits of big black cock. Her cunt was splayed apart her labia had become pronounced and engorged, glistening in the light with her flowing juices. I had watched fascinated as the dark pool of my wife’s lust juices had created an ever enlarging dark spot on the couch upholstery. The light was just perfect, her juices streaming. I had to get a close up. With a wave over her shoulder the taxi driver pulled away, leaving her alone to begin the second stage of her burgeoning sexual development. The Sydney sunset reflected off the stain glass windows and although expecting to hear music coming from the building, the silence, interspersed with the cackle of a gang of white cockatoos, was welcoming. Small puddles of water on the green and cream mosaic tiles on the verandah indicated that not only had someone recently hosed them clean, but the. Instead, she rises up on her knees, aiming the head of my cock between her legs, and sinks down onto it with a soft moan of satisfaction.My eyes flew open and I sat up.‘Whoa, Fee! Are you trying to kill me from a sensory overload!’ I said, a little too loudly.She smiled, pressing a finger to her lips and then kissing me.‘Good morning, ‘ she whispered, rising up and sinking down again, starting up a slow, but steady, rhythm. ‘I couldn’t wait to feel you inside me again ... I hope you don’t.