I can’t wait. You know me: always up for a blowjob!’ We opened the front door, threw down the bags, stripped on the way upstairs, and hopped into ...he shower, where we fondled each other lasciviously. She went to her dressing table to do whatever it is women do at their dressing tables. I combed my balding pate and put on a little deodorant and even some aftershave. (You see, I was still hoping it would happen this time.) When I walked into the bedroom, Amanda was under the covers with a towel. ” Expecting some sort of excursion, I was rather surprised when the bulk of our overnight trip consisted of sitting around the fire and drinking whiskey. I couldn’t imagine keeping up with Emma’s dad, who was pounding the Jack as we shot the shit about just about everything. Eventually, after a swig off the bottle, he blurted out, “Emma is one cute piece of ass, and I wanna make sure you’re the kinda k** that deserves to get that pussy. I’m happy you are.” I, equally drunk, blurted out, “well,. The mind control was released and she began trying to fight, the pain of the fist sized tentacles too much to bare, the grip of the tentacles around her ankles to strong to brake. However, through body manipulation, she was forced to orgasm. Repeatedly. If anything, the fact that she wasn’t being forced to enjoy herself or mentally control some how made the violation so much worse. Finally, he spent his load and she was released. She curled into the fatal position, partly through sheer pain,. Incest! Wonderful!Before the next football game I set up my machine. Kristina stood near it trying to get every girl wearing a skirt or dress to stand on it. She did pretty well at it too. She used psychology to goat the girls into showing off for their boyfriends, other girls around them, or for the boys that were checking the girls out. All I know is that whatever she told them almost a hundred percent of the girls stood on it. She got at least ninety percent of the mothers and teachers that.