Her phone vibrated again signaling Johns reply "There's a party in the field tomorrow night, maybe we could sneak off from there?" That was a good ide..., one she wouldn't have thought of. "Okay, we'll figure it out then. " was her reply. The field was where they had all of their parties. She knew there'd be at least a hundred people there tomorrow night so John and her could slip off unnoticed. It was perfect. Her phone buzzed again, John again "I've been waiting to fuck you, just couldn't. Commands, I guess that how I thought of them back then. At that time I didn't know anything about the symbols, and certainly couldn't 'see' them. But, as with everyone with the gift, my mind was able to send these 'commands' that mixed with the other neurological elements of a nervous system and alters the processes within. This experiment on myself sparked my interest in finding how it all worked. It marks the beginning of what has become my life's work. I really don't attempt to figure it out. Come fuck your mother..." I laid between her thighs and my cockhead was almost in her and I could feel the heat of her pussy. She thrust her hips up at me and my cock slid into her. Once my cock was in my mum, she became wild moaning for me to fuck her. At first we kissed while we fucked, my cum covering our faces, but then she began to get very vocal. "God, I have missed being fucked like this.... I need your hard young cock... I need your cum... fuck me.... fuck me....fuck me you naughty. And this time he wasn’t going to be as polite as he was the first time. “Hi. Do you know that you’re stomping around even louder than you were a few days ago?” Mitchell asked. Martha put an apologetic look on her face and looked down as if she were very sorry. As she did that her robe opened a little bit, exposing her flat stomach and her black underwear. And to his surprise, Mitchell was turned on, and it sort of confused him. “Ok, well please just try to keep it down.” Mitchell said. Mitchell.