I reach for your hand still around my cock and you lift your head shaking it with a look of mock annoyance. You move my hand back up above my head and...begin to pull my t-shirt upwards to dragging it over my head but leaving it covering my arms. Your fingers trailing back down my neck and chest toying with my hair and nipples on the way back to my cock. One hand on my cock you stand up climb on top of me your knees either side of my hips and the hem of your dress riding up clearly revealing that. No cable. So that would end your wishes andyou'd get nothing. Don't do that," he yelled.She stared at him until she figured out he was waiting for a response."OK." So, backing up, let's say I wish the house was in New York. House, NewYork. Good. Finally, I wish New York would elect me governor. Bad idea -ungovernable state, but let's go with it anyway. New York, me, and we'reback to the beginning. We have a loop, and I start granting wishes."She nodded. His excitement was infectious. "All. We both grew up in strict religious homes where sex was only for the purpose of procreation, but in the early days of our marriage, we found it enjoyable, even if it was, as some would call it, pretty vanilla. We were both virgins on the day we married, and had never engaged in any kinky sexual practices or activities like watching porn or using sex toys. The closest we ever had was the occasional love scene in a movie, which we'd often blush and turn away from.We had even cut back on how much. He thanked her, got dressed, and left just like that. Aunt Marie was not happy about that. He reminded her of one of her ex-husbands and she didn’t like that at all. At least he had tried to give her some oral sex but the rest sure sucked. She felt like a used whore, but even that excited her.I got undressed and slipped my cock into her. She smiled at me for taking sloppy seconds. None of her husbands would have fucked her with another man’s cum in her if he knew it. I kept proving to her that.