After lunch we went into more psychological questions. Candace said,"Sluts frequently have low IQs. Do you know your IQ?" It's 125," I said."Very im...ressive. The national average is 100. But the type of slut wehave been discussing would likely have an IQ of about 90. We have adrug that could lower your IQ by the 35 points to bring you to where youshould be. Would you be in favor of having such a reduction?" What would it mean to me?" Well, you'd end up reading supermarket tabloids instead. I wanted to lock eyes with him and feel his warm cum rain down upon me. I wanted him to grab one of his dirty towels and use it to wipe me off. I wanted him to pull his boxers up over his now-softening cock and climb back into bed. I wanted him to give me the kind of smile that meant "let's do this again" before we both drifted off to sleep.On several mornings, I would get up, only to realize that part of me had already risen. Brandon was usually still asleep. I'd walk across our dorm. " She paused to take a deep, trembling breath as Gerald began moving his cock back and forth, sliding the first few inches in and out of her. "And now... now you're a big, beautiful boy, and your cock is huge... A huge, wonderful cock to fill up your mommy's cunt!" She brought her arms forward so she was no longer supporting herself on her elbows and lay back, at the same time reaching out to put her hands on Gerald's hips. "Put all of your cock inside me now, Sweetheart. Lie on top of me and. You know.” she said softly.“It’s ok, really. I will, next time ok?” I answered.She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me squeezing me tight. I kissed the top of her head, her hair soft with a slight smell of honey. I kissed her softly for a minute, then left her curled up on the sofa. I drove straight home, it was almost two in the morning when I got there. I went in the kitchen door and saw that all the lights were out. As I walked softly down the hall, I heard Ashley call out from her.