Not giving her spasms time to ease up, I pushed the head of my pounding rock inside her."Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob," she chanted. "Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob."H...r body was moving in rhythm with her voice and I followed as her as I began to thrust deeper into her honey pot of gold liquid."Maggie?" What?" She gasped."We're gonna' make bunches of babies."Her walls squeezed me like everything, sending a line of currents shooting through me that almost knocked me over. Loving it, I repeated what I said about. I was horrified. It looked like a littlegirl's communion dress. I struggled to get it on, but was not able to finishbecause it buttoned up the back and I could not get it buttoned. I looked outand did not see my wife. Just then the girl who showed me to the dressingroom came around the corner and noticed me."Do you need some help sweetie?" She didn't wait for me to answer. Shestepped into the dressing room and began to button up my dress. "Oh, you lookso pretty dear. Don't put the veil on yet,. I think it’s about time we researched the subject fully and used it in therapy,’ he enthused. ‘It doesn’t work, otherwise it would be used,’ she said. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘Yes, of course. A friend tried it to quit smoking and it was useless,’ she asserted. ‘You said yourself the stage charlatans gave it a bad name. Subjects, hypnotized on stage, just use the excuse to behave like fools. They are probably exhibitionists, wanting to lark about and entertain their friends,’ Margaret added.. He tried. But one girl after another kept capturing his attention.'Once that hot, bright sun peeks over the cliff,' I began explaining. 'How long until all those tits and asses you can't stop staring at begin turning pink? Especially tits and asses that haven't been in the sun?' I asked, nodding my head at one lovely lass with beautiful tan lines framing very large, white tits and pubic mound.'Not very long...' Jason replied softly as a light bulb began to flicker on in his brain.'And these.