” She led the man into the room in front of Cindy and Joanne came around to stand next to me and watch. I had to move over a little to make room for...her. She smiled and looked down as Cindy took out her husband’s dick. She dropped his pants and it flopped out. It was almost hard already and was about 8” long. But it was probably half again as thick as any we had seen. “It’s pretty big, and especially fat.” I announced. Everyone looked.Joanne looked at me and smiled. “You should try to get that. It took a few hours to build, though,and in the meantime, the back of my neck was a bumpy, nasty mess. My hairwas long, so it covered it well.Another hour, and I was several hundred dollars poorer, but I think it wasworth it. I had an appointment with a therapist the next day, and anappointment with a specialist next week. My landlady and I rode back andI talked to her about it."So, I have QES of the brain." Oh my, that sounds dreadful!" she said, in that tone of voice that soundsalmost. Before I could tell him I hate it, he tripped me with his foot and I was on my back in the sand, the ends of my hair getting wet, floating back and forth on the water with the swelling and ebbing of the tiny lake waves. With his large, strong hands he grabbed frantically at my little tits, and then began tearing at my undershirt and flinging the pieces of frayed and torn fabric onto the water. I found myself completely unclothed, totally naked. He pinched my little pink nipples and slobbered. That night she dreamed. She dreamed that her son was bedding her daughter and woke up to the after effects of a strong orgasm. She hadn’t touched herself, but her mind was powerful enough to set her climax in motion. Awake and aware she shrank in shame from the dream, but the image of her children in the act of coitus lingered enticingly in the shadows of her consciousness.For days after the intense dream she watched her children acutely as they went about their lives. She noticed that they.