I had four subconsciouses and they had enough combined power to force my body to change in many ways. My subconsciouses knew what I wanted, so my pimp...es cleared up, I got stronger and fitter, my shoulders got wider, my broken arm healed faster, etc. Those changes were all achieved by natural processes, but pushed by so much subconscious mental force that my body had to cooperate. I did get somewhat more intelligent too, because brains are part of a body. My body got more efficient, so my brain. He ordered a sack of cheeseburgers and an order of fries. Moe asked, “You know I live up in the garage above my other granny house?”“How would I know that,” inquired Ronnie.“You wouldn’t. Just lettin’ yo’ uppity ass know.”“I’m not uppity.”“Ain’t you though?”“No, I’m not.”Moe showed Ronnie up the steps into the above-the-garage apartment. It was a huge open space with a curtain that hid the sleeping area. There was also a ample area that contained living room furniture and a sparsely decorated. They also said that it was observed more frequently in single-parent homes, which makes sense I guess."Chicken on the table now. Almost time to sit down. Probably going to be awkward. Still considering the bedroom window option..."They had psychologists on as guests, and they had a very interesting discussion. They cited a controversial study which showed that it might actually be healthier for the son to enact his fantasy, rather than dwelling on it for a lifetime. They said that if you get it. I started to say something else but her finger reached up and across my lips. ‘Sssh auntie’ she said softly, ‘don’t talk…. show me; show me everything.’ She moved her finger away and our lips touched, gently at first, playing. Our mouths opened in unison and my tongue touched hers, coy, exploring. I let her knee slide through my legs and she moved it up against me. I pushed down a little onto it as my tongue slid deeper into her mouth and our kiss deepened. My hands roamed across her young.