I have to get closer he thought. My strength isn't going up fast enough. Problem is, can I break free if I get too close? Well, only one way to find o...t.Doing his best to accelerate, Sam was finally starting to feel more like he'd been before this episode. That's when he noticed that he was by far a hell of a lot closer than he'd ever been before. Surprisingly he didn't feel that much heat at all.A full ten minutes later, Sam smiled as his strength was actually a little more than he remembered. Since I wasn't actually doing any spell casting just then,I could have done this somewhere else, assuming that I actually had aplace."I need to get my own lab," I mused aloud. That way, I could do thiskind of thing whenever I wanted, without the security and privacyconcerns that came with a shared lab, that the faculty had full accesstoo.What I was up to, was simple. I was making my own inks, chalks, andpaints, which would be useful for casting my spells. Since I could onlydo spells by. I know you're making fun, because you know I didn't cook it," CJ said, soberly. Then he glanced at our server, dismissing him."Of course you didn't cook it. And if we were at my house, I wouldn't be cooking it either," I laughed. "Stouffer's would be!" I held up my wine glass in a toasting gesture. "Definitely NOT making fun. It's delicious."CJ's phone chimed from the pocket of his sportcoat, which he ignored. "To a delicious dinner, no matter who makes it," he said, responding to my toast.. He moves up and down into his mother, while her hips grinds strongly up into him, matching him in tempo and power. He feels how his huge swollen dick goes deeper and deeper into the soft, warm folds of her secret place. He feels his cock-head bumping against the opening of his own mother's womb. He is fucking the vagina that gave birth to him 28 years ago; how perverse can one get? God, what if she gets pregnant, flashes through his ever practical mind. How will she explain it? Can a seventy.