He’d managed only a few long, languid strokes before someone banged on his door.“Paul! Get your lazy arse out of bed, mate.”“Fuck off, Jack! I...��m busy.”“Yeah, right. Doing what? Watching porn and wanking? Get the fuck up, will you? It’s nearly midday, and we’ve got to go down Tesco and stock up for the party.”Jack lived in the room next to Paul. They had been best friends from the day they moved into the hall of residence on the university campus. The party he was referring to was to celebrate. “Turn around!” he commanded as he dropped his boxers to the floor and approached Lissa while licking his chops.“Be easy with me,” Lissa cooed as she turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting her pussy like it was a solid gold gift.Jack stood and watched as his BOSS; the man who could end his career with a simple word grabbed Lissa by the hips and slammed his cock up into her. Immediately he began fucking Lissa like it was illegal, slapping his groin against her ass while his own. I shrugged off the question with the usual 'fine' "So what are we looking to buy at the furniture store, mom" I inquired. "Well I was thinking it was about time we did up the family room. I've been saving for a few months and have enough money for a couple of new sofas and a beautiful persian rug I've had my eye on" "Sounds great, I'd love to come" "I bet you would" Mom smiled as she quickly flicked her tongue across the end of last slice of pizza she guided into her mouth with the sluttiest. It’s not good, but I let myself kind of like it anyway – being wanted for what I am instead of who.Her pussy was so tight, so slick, and… so much like this. As far as I’m concerned, it must be reading my memories in order to emulate sensations, and right now it’s picked her. I wonder if it would change gears if I thought about someone else. Would it turn into my lost love? Or a processed memory of sex and terror? Does it have a failsafe to prevent the bad from manifesting along with the.