She can rub my nose in thoughts of Roger all she wants. I don’t love her anymore, so there’s nothing she can say that can get under my skin. If sh... decides to kiss him to make me jealous, she’s doomed to fail. She could tell me she’s two months pregnant and I wouldn’t care since I have you. Nothing in the world could make me want Beth back. And if me shaking hands with her cop boyfriend makes it more exciting for her, great. Let her chase the sex. We’re in love, and she has nothing compared to. "Good boy!" she said and turned around, lowering her hot wet cunt over my face, "Do you want to please your Mistress?"The sight made my cock throb again, and there was nothing in this world I wanted more, "Oh yes, please, Mistress, please let me pleasure your beautiful pussy!" I pleaded, playing it safe, opting for pussy over cunt despite her surprising newfound fondness for the term."I don't know, I'm not sure you can handle it," Lori said, sarcastically.She was keeping her wet cunt just out. I was sure that they would soon overcome their initial juvenile shyness and soon would beg me sweetly for my exciting administrations of burning new sensations. Both of them were more ready to learn and keen on the exploration of their own bodily feelings by now. But because they were sisters of the blood I doubted resiliently that those two hungry cunnies would rub each other - but I seemed completely wrong in that peculiar aspect as I found out later on. Justine was delivering my good-night. I stood there for several minutes, unable to believe this. Somehow it was real. I could take over my families bodies while we were asleep. Over the next few weeks, I experimented with my gift, finding that I couldn't get any of the neighbors, but I could get all of my family. I had to think about them as I was going to sleep to choose who I was going to become, and I also discovered how to stop myself from sleepwalking, as I had come to think of my gift. I decided that it was a.