And I could mind-control people, so who cared. I could do what I wanted.“Bye, Eric, I guess we’re not married any longer,” Mrs. Solomon called. ...��You weren’t a bad husband.”“But you were a bad wife, weren’t you?” I asked, opening the door.“Oh, just wicked. I broke up the Fords, didn’t I?” she said, sounding proud.“And what about my dad?” A nervousness entered my stomach. Mom was Mildred’s, but she might give her back to Dad. They had a great marriage. “Did you and he... ?”“No, no,” she said.. There was a muddy pond there with an island in the middle, but no bridge. Undeterred I said “I'm going over there,” and my friend protested that “without a bridge, how?” I sat down on the leafy path and took my shoes and socks off and I waded out into the mud. Well... That was just the beginning of it... The feel of the oozing, squelching, black, pond mud on my feet and legs made my dick twitch and stir, and I had a hard job hiding it when my scardy-cat friend finally decided to come over to. She reached out with both hands and I anticipated something terrible was about to happen, as if she was going to take me down to the Hell she inhabited. ‘No,’ I screamed, anticipating being touched. I closed my eyes and prayed to my patron saints and Jesus Himself for help. ‘Hey kid,’ I heard a man call. ‘Hey, is that your car back up the road?’ I opened my eyes and saw a truck by the side of the road, its owner standing in front. The mist had disappeared. ‘Yes,’ I answered, swallowing my. The husband thought the woman experienced great pain and suffering while internal convulsion actually consumed the woman's sanity. Even drugged and out of her mind, Michelle's womanly instincts took over. She rammed her hips down at the monster and swallowed every inch of throbbing prick.The weed consumed her brain and Michelle wanted it bad. Flashes of bright lights went off in her head and she lost all control of her resolve. Michelle was expected to orgasm so she did, as Kato turned her into.