She gets there 30 minutes late walks in we make our introductions and order a drink. She's pretty about 5'9" in her heels, has this long brown hair, a...giant set of real tits, she smells really good too and she's dressed business casual because she came right from work. When she went to the ladies room I checked her ass out, nice and round just the way I like it.Anyway we're sitting there talking and everything is going pretty smooth. I catch her checking me out a few times and I asked her if. .. to ... touch you?" I asked, not believing I had actually heard myself say that.Two blinks.With my hand lightly resting on her breast, I felt her grip release, much as it was, and then again movement as she managed to coax her arm back towards her side where it now rested comfortably. I watched as her eyes closed, her breath suddenly quickening."My God!" I thought. "She can't mean what I think she means can she?" I sat there for a moment, unmoving, her eyes once again opening, this time. Now with both of my hands giving your cock their full attention, I start to suck. I slowly increase the pace, your breath becoming irregular. My attack becomes more furious as my head starts to bob up and down at a regular pace. You try to match my movements by thrusting your hips into my mouth. With each thrust, I push back even harder, making sure my lips form a tight seal around your cock. You run your hands through my hair, and pull my head back. I can tell that you’re close. The look on. The strands disappeared and Lisa thought that the plan must have worked. But only until her sight returned and she was again standing naked in front of a quivering mass of spaghetti that was rather bigger and a lot sadder than before. "It's no use," concluded the monster glumly, "You created me in your own image and so I disbelieve in myself and being both omnipotent and omnipresent makes that an incredibly strong disbelief. I can only stop existing if I start believing in myself." Lisa tried.