Her almost completely shaved pussy –just a little trail pointing to her soft pussy – and her half-Malaysian heritage meant she would probably look...this good for a long time to come.Thinking of her children - Danny, with his lacrosse-hardened body, ripped and muscular from years of playing that sport and others, and Jennifer, who was following her body shape, curvy but fit – caused her hand to slide down her body to lazily rub the hard, wet little bud at the top of her pussy.She closed her eyes. He had just fucked this woman. No, it must have been made by hisgirlish nipples, who had felt that burst of pleasure so intense that itfelt like pain!They lay next to each other a few more minutes, kissing, lightly strokingeach other's bodies. He murmured, "I can't believe how much I likestroking your skin. Did you make my fingertips more sensitive, too?" I never thought about it. Maybe. T'automatic Changing Machines have alot of defaults that ours don't. I didn't really look at all of 'em.. He was blabbering now, talking incoherently and swaying. We sat there for some time till she finished her glass and then she got up and laid the food for us. I don’t think the husband knew what he was eating, he was half asleep, his eyes closed and his wife was feeding him. He was sitting beside me and she was sitting in front of him. She was also eating from the same plate while feeding him. To feed him she had to lean forward and through the loose blouse her boobs, which were good round. “And Brandon Fitzsimmons hired you, right?” I asked. “Yeah, I'm a P.I.,” he answered. “What are you going to do to me?” I ignored his question. “How long have you been watching us?” “A week, since last Tuesday,” he replied. “Fuck, what's wrong with me. What have you done to me? Is it that gas?” Fear quivered suddenly in his voice. The explanation the authorities came up with to explain my powers was some gas that left people very suggestible. I guess that's more plausible then the truth that I.