However, Mom didn't like the idea. "There might even be mice that wouldrun over you," she said. "You might as well sleep in the bed with me." I didn't...argue too much about that at all. For years I had been lustingfor Mom's luscious big body, and had shed many a spurt of cum fantasizingabout what I would like to do to her. Mom blew out the kerosene lamp, andI could dimly see her getting into her cotton nightgown. I took off all myclothes except my shorts, and we got into bed. For a while we. The next scene was horseback riding and camping, with Jessie. We plannedon spending ten minutes of DVD time here. But a week of riding andcamping to get a real feel for it and see what interesting thoughtsmight pop up.We didn't prescript much, we had kept track of thoughts and worked theminto the dialog.The camp fire was a lot of fun and a few practical jokes helped as well.They are also great for the out-takes.But soon we'd packed everything up and spent another twenty minutes ofDVD time. . Anyway, here's the gist of things, folks:"If you're not familiar, Master PC is a reality-altering computer program that can, well, alter reality."It's mostly used for mind control and body modification purposes in other stories that use the concept, but anyone can use it how they see fit if one were to decide to write their own!"There are sliders for how big and shapely one would want an individual's breasts to be, ones that control someone's intelligence and attention spans, ones that affect. If this is too weird, don’t text back, I understand. Kay.” “What the fuck?” Escapes from your mouth, this can’t possibly be happening. Was it the girl you were wishing for? Was it the one that you had all, but given up on? You sit there, starring at your phone, unsure what to say. This was the easy way out, texting, yet it was difficult to know what to say. Curiosity led you. “Why did you want my number?” You sent, and waited, that dreaded time between texts when you have no idea.