"Do you love your husband? Does he love you?" I don't know. I suppose he loves me in his own way. I make him a comfortable home. I'm a good mother to ...ur two children -- or rather I used to be before I took this job so far away from them. I make more money than my husband. And he fucks me every night. Always the same way. Missionary. Quick. No formalities. No wine and pasta. I'm a receptacle for his sperm." She looked down. "Oh, shit. All this talk and now I've dropped pasta on my tit." I'll. Live) that is the Mind Control University Stories, i'm sure you probably already know what i'm talking about, but in case you don't i'll leave a link for the (as far as i know) original story, so this story is about a school where everyone has some type of mind control ability and the goal is to enslave as many students as you can without being enslaved, so a common situation i went through when reading this stories is that they never went the way i wanted them to, so that's the main reason i. On the other side of the path was a small lake. It was their community's secret beach, used for rowdy kegers on occasion, skinny dipping on other occasions. She tossed the blanket on the dirt beside the lake and lay back. He couldn't believe the cute voluptuous body with the cute face was lying there fully opened to him."We have to talk," he said, as serious as possible, struggling with temptation."It's my turn," she whined. "I got you off."She had a point. He wasn't pointing anymore after. I could still tell without a doubt who was who, and there faces hadn't changed much apart from losing their puppy fat and having stubble. Jacob, the eldest at 19 had shot up to a 6'4, a whole foot taller than me. He had grown his shaggy blond hair into a skater boy style, which really suited his muscular build. Even through his top you could see his six-pack clearly. He had strong, drummer’s arms and was wearing green cargo shorts, which really suited his manhood. To be honest I was instantly.