It was like John was receiving signals or messages directly from Aya and she was the one now controlling his tongue. Could two people be joined like t...is John wondered? Could Aya take control of his brain and his body? John’s tongue did as commanded and Aya’s nails dug into John’s scalp as she pleasured herself using John’s body as her tool. John lifted his eyes and gazed between Aya’s spread legs and over the rise of her female mound. His eyes admired the flare of her hips, the curve of her. “I love your cock, Greg. And what I love even more is how you use it,” I said as I gently stroked him, enjoying the strength of his erection. “Are you going to fuck me again?”“Yes, but not yet,” he said as he pulled my hand gently from his cock.He slid slowly down the bed, kissing my body on his way down between my legs, to where he once again went snorkeling in my pussy.“Ohhh – Yesss!” I cried out as I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs back, giving him all of my pussy, and grabbing his. "Hi. I am Candy. Is there anything I can help you with?" We are here to see Margaret Findlay. Is she around?" Jack asked, exasperated."Sure. She just took a group down. I expect she will be here in thirty minutes or so. Can I help you?" We came over here to look at the operation, and I expect that David and Margaret may not have told you we were coming." Jack continued."Oh yes. We knew you were coming. And why. You just missed Margaret. But we can talk while you are waiting." Candy. The next morning John was sweet and apologetic to Lauren saying he was sorry for the way he had acted the night before. Lauren shrugged it off not saying one thing or another. John asked why Grace had spent the night. On a whim Lauren said,"Well we spent the night making love, and when we were finished she was too tired to drive so I told her she could stay the night."John stared at his wife in disbelief, and then laughed saying,"Boy you had me going for a minute there. Imagine you making out.