.. err... my wife fainted in the Jacuzzi, can you call the resident doctor and send him in?" He sprang up quickly and dialed the house doctor. As he s...oke into the phone rattling to the doctor about a guest's wife fainting in the Jacuzzi, the back of his hands somehow came and rested on my now rock hard cock, his finger tips slowly pinching the tip of my foreskin. My alcohol dazed mind was only sending signals of pleasure to my brain I wanted to release the pressure my wife's sucking had. The thought of incest was still too much for her to digest, especially this early in the morning.She hurried and finished showering.As she dressed, she realized she'd pulled out one of her sexiest pairs of panties. Completely sheer, her young bush was spread lewdly across the front of her panties. A Freudian slip, perhaps?She ignored the thought, and then broke out the blow dryer, and began getting ready. Once again, she found herself, without thinking about it, putting on her make up as if she. Then he started again.He ejaculated within three minutes of entry. He slumped onto her back, putting most of his weight on her knees. Even well spent (he'd told her he hadn't masturbated all week in preparation), his peter stayed hard. Ellie's hindquarters alternated between an intense pain and numbness. She was sobbing, she couldn't help it, but she tried to pass it off as gasping for air."Tha-that ... that was g-g-great, Robb-bbie," she panted, trying to keep the sobs from shuddering her. At the same moment I wrapped myself up in an illusion of invisibility, blending myself in with the surrounding terrain, I sent a doppelganger of myself darting to the right, racing around the formless ooze towards the door, my hand squeezing tight about the amulet.“Track it,” I muttered beneath my breath. “Rithi, please.”I couldn’t quite describe how I knew the thing followed my illusion. It didn’t have a head or eyes. It didn’t turn its bulbous body to follow my illusions sprint. But somehow I.