“Yes, and ... well...” Liz stammered out.“There might be the possibility that you and Alex could use them as well,” Max said.“Way cool,” M...ria said. “When?”“Don’t know. Could be a while, could be tomorrow,” Isabel said.“I take it that means we could accidentally blow things up?” Alex asked.“It’s a possibility. That’s why we’re kind of thinking about setting up lessons for you if or when the powers come out to play,” Isabel said.“Oh, and would these possibly be private lessions?” Alex asked with. Tell me. Whatever you want."Oh really? I now run my hand a little between her ass cheeks."Whatever I want, huh?", I say in a low voice, while moving my hand up the inner sides of her legs, noticing that her cunt juice is already running down."Yes, yes. Don't be shy."That's all I need to hear."Sit back down on your chair."She walks back and sits down, looking at me with an expectantly smile. I walk over to her, pull down my pants and my rapidly growing cock waves just maybe two feet away from. Before they knew it, they had started spending hours together online, sometimes being up till sunrise. They talked about everything. No topic was taboo, even contentious religious ones. He was a Hindu. She was Muslim. And, they argued. Vigorously. Vociferously. Yet, each respected the other’s right to opinion. Their verbal battles never got uncivilized. Over time, their online rendezvous turned into offline meetings. A coffee here, a lunch there. It helped that they lived 20 minutes away. So it. It started with me throwing the idea out about how I wanted to fuck him so bad with a strap on and that it is one of my fantasies. He was very hesitant and called it gay but then I told him about how he could get whatever he wants in return. We made a deal where how many inches the strap on was he would let me use on him, that is the amount of wishes/favors he can get back so we settled with four inches. In return he wanted me to eat food with his cum on it, let him piss on my face, let him cum.