Tequila. Vodka. Nothing you feel like. You crawl on a bar stool and close your eyes."Troppo sbronzo?"You jump. The girl didn't sit down next to you or...anything, she just kind of... appeared.You shrug. "No parlo Italiano."She smiles kindly and repeats. "Too drunk?" More like not enough." You turn the stool to face her. Her voice was a hint, but by all the gods is she beautiful! The face of an angel, a cascade of obsidian hair framing two piercing eyes, a perfectly shaped body, amazing, endless. Wow, I can't believe I just froze real life, but then I heard a car go down the road so the device must have instantly read my thoughts to only freeze what I was looking at. I sat up a bit more and looked my mother over. She was quite average really, nothing special, certainly not a milf by any standards. I set about changing that. As I gazed her up and down, the changes in my mind manifested themselves in real life, altering my mother’s appearance to my whims. As the changes to her body. Fuck me hard." Do you want more baby? You want another finger up your asshole?" "Yes, Daddy, put more up there, that feels so good."On her command I start easing my middle finger up her tight little asshole too. This gets me really excited. I love giving girls anal, so that my very own daughter loves anal I feel in heaven. I start gently working the two fingers I have in now and she starts moaning and squirming more. After a few minutes of grinding them in and out of her asshole and still. "Hi Kevin. I have a request." Oh? I don't know right now if I can handle any requests but go ahead." And if you want a favor from me you're knocking at the wrong door you bastard! Of course Kevin didn't say that aloud on the phone."Well, maybe it's a church request. You've heard about Deacon Ramsay, haven't you?" Not much but enough to know that he's in big trouble." Maybe all the men in that church are pedophiles like you."And he needs a criminal lawyer. I handle his civil stuff but I'd be.