The list was approaching 25 Bimbofied women. All by the Perv’s touch, and no way to reverse the mental changes with the loss of Dr. Nyssa Rochkin.�...Terrible isn’t it?” Said the deli worker as she sliced ham for Jessica’s Super Bowl party.“Oh absolutely... just devastating to know those poor women are locked in their own minds while their bodies defile their image and go against their wishes...” Jessica replied.“Stay safe hun! Try not to worry about it too much! I doubt the Perv has time for us. Mom lay listlessly on the edge of the couch, still occasionally twitching from aftershocks of her orgasm. Lisa pulled me to my feet, saying only, "I want you to take me from behind," as she bent over the couch.I stood behind my petite sister, enjoying how sexy her ass looked as she wiggled it impatiently at me. Stepping up to her, she reached back, and helped guide me in.I easily slid all the way to her uterus, making her grunt as I hit bottom. I started up a steady rhythm, as I watched her. Her wardrobe is more on the order of Marilyn Monroe and Salma Hayek with a little Drew Barrymore thrown in.Tanya has learned to leave a button or two undone, to wear her blouses just tight enough to pucker, and she can tease the hell out me by just crossing her legs.As I lay there I can clearly remember my daughter slowly undressing for me and letting me make love to her in all three of her openings. She was just as seductive as her mother was as she slowly stripped for me. Once she was totally. She turned to see if someone had come in behind her. There was no one there. ‘Is anything…’ she began. ‘Ah Lynda, that makes us quorate. Coffee?’ Unusually for Tom he actually got her a cup of coffee. Lynda stood for a moment a bit surprised and still puzzled by the sudden ending of conversation but everyone was nodding and smiling at her in a friendly way so she sat down and got into the business of the meeting. Lynda had correctly surmised the cause of the sudden cessation of conversation..