I lifted her up by her arm pits and lifted the big baggy sweater she wore and saw her breasts, pale and smallish, each with a dark arect nipple which ... eagerly took into my mouth and suckled upon, one and then the other. "Lovely...lovely..." she chanted softly. "Bite them just a bit, darling." I obediently obeyed all her requests. I was also simultaneously attempting to get her jeans open and down her legs. Her belly poured softly overly the top. Even before I got off her panties I could. ” Then she asked if there was anything we wished to add to the list. May said “it seemed fairly comprehensive and she could add nothing” and we both agreed. Rose then said “We have just 7 months, in that time you three can do whatever you wish to me at any time day or night, I am yours till about March or April, after which I wish my skin to be perfect before I go to the duke. That don`t mean no sex just no marks. Then she added for us to be as bizarre and heavy handed as we wished after. Not to sound too scientific, but your neural pathways are adjusting themselves, so that you will soon have the conscious ability to control your subconscious powers. So for now try not to force the information to come, let your brain cope as it adjusts. Very soon I think, your can control this power that has remained dormant and hidden, you just need to let the process work at it's own pace." That is what I think is happening too. My belief is that if I just do nothing for the next month, no. “I miss Dad too.”“I just can’t bear it any more,” I sobbed.My son pulled me into his arms, as I had hoped and held me tight. My head was against his bare chest where I pressed my face against a firm, hairy nipple that could’ve been my husband’s! The sheet was pushed well down Jeff’s belly, and I gasped when I saw a mole below his navel.“Your father had a mole just like that one!” I blurted.“Did he also have a cock like this one, Mom? “,Jeff asked, pushing aside the sheet and showing me his.