Aikido would be my basic fighting style, of course. I like it, it's the only one I know, and it's ki-based. The last time I'd trained with Sensei, my ...aximum ki force had been 74 kg. It was now 7,540 kg! (two merges to get out of the CIA lab, each giving an eightfold improvement, plus seventeen more months of mental training to increase the amount of ki I could consciously project). I had so much ki and ki force that I'd be AWESOME at ordinary Aikido techniques now. Plus I was about to add new. She looked over her shoulder at me, her face smeared with my cum. A drop hung at the corner of her mouth. I began to pull my fingers away, but she pushed back further."Finger me, Dad," she whispered her plea. "Don't stop now."With one hand I pumped her oozing pussy. With the other, I stroked my cock. I felt longer and larger than ever before. Normally, I'm limp immediately after an orgasm, but this new craziness had me rock solid.Heather rocked back and forth on my fingers. I tickled her. "Yes." Just for the record, Kelly, are you here under duress?" No." Are you free to go if you want to?" Yes." Do you want to go?" No." Why is that, Kelly? Is it because you are a tart?" Yes." Say it again. Tell Jeff and me that you're a tart. We want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."Jeff butted in. Gone was any attempt at charm, however superficial. His misogyny was evident in his coarseness. "Don't you mean the whore's mouth?"Kelly's voice was flat, her spirit broken. "I'm a tart.". It felt nice, having you in my arms. There was a certain feel of comfort, warmth, that was unfamiliar to me when I held you. Almost as if you belonged in my arms. Several nights later we were back in your apartment after another date. I was carrying you in my arms, your arms and legs wrapped around me as we kissed. I walked us to the bedroom and lay you back onto the bed. We had taken off each other’s shirts on the way to you bedroom and I moved my lips downward to your heaving breasts. You.