"Take a hair." With that she reached up and plucked out one of hergolden tresses and uncorked the bottle. "And put the hair into thepotion and ta da..."I watched as the hair seemed to dissolve into the potion and then potionschanged color until it was the exact same color as Samantha's hair."Your turn," she said.Still feeling reluctant I pulled a couple of my sandy brown hairs out anddropped them in the potion. It reacted the same way Samantha's hadchanging color until it was the same color as. . . I'm cummin! . . . I'mcummin! . . . I'm cummin!"With waves from her cum washing over mom collapsed on top of me, her head hitting face down into the pillow as she tried to get her breath back then recover. As she lied there she turned her head and double checked."You haven't cum then?" No mom, not yet" Mom then smiled at me proudly then said"Good lad Mat, I'll be able to go again in a minute" I then looked straight up at the ceiling, aghast at mom's capacity for orgasms.Just a minute. " He smiled lecherously as he was led away. * The minder from Geneva magically appeared on the pavement, as our taxi pulled up in front of the Libyan billionaire's mansion in Regent's Park. I'd decided to dress somberly - on the outside, at least. I wore a dove grey, pencil-line shot silk two-piece suit, a cream silk blouse and black patent leather half-heels. But underneath this conservative attire was a different world entirely. One reserved for exclusive use and abuse by Tariz al-Majarif.. I had told Manny in advance that Marsha and I were into some new stuff, and he was very interested. The second night we went to a play. As we left there was a bunch of rough looking homeless people aggressively begging. It gave me an idea. We went to a coffee shop on that intersection. I pointed to a dirty looking black guy, with a beard, wearing a torn raincoat, and sitting on the corner. You could see that he had no teeth, as he yelled at people that did not put money into his cup. I told.