”“It didn’t work for Jordan,” I said.She nodded and then asked something else I knew could be an issue. “And the connection between you and ...mma?”“It’s like the bond you and I share, only instead of feeding my power more efficiently than anyone else I have sex with, she and I share power.” I pulled on my shoes and tied them.“You share power when you have sex?” she asked.“No,” I said. “It only takes a thought to transfer power between us.”“So, she can take power away from you?”I shook my head.. It seemed like they were playing at a ‘delight’ game my mother invented last night. I wondered if they had conspired and planned this? Why hadn’t they included me in whatever twisted little game they were playing? It felt like they had intentionally excluded me to show me up to my mother.“Yes, I am!” my mom seemed surprised because their faces were red from the slaps and their hair was all messed up from the real grab-ass hand-slap, knock-down-drag-out, fight they just had. It had only lasted a. You grope and squeeze her tits, doing as you please with her. She slaps at you awkwardly and struggles with your hands, but you manage to get both tits out of her dress. "Make him stop! what the fuck!" She yells at me.My cock is already stiff in my pants and I dont know what to say. You are groping my wifes bare tits and playing with her thick nipples while she squirms and screams."GOD DAMN IT, PULL OVER!" she hollers repeatedly. Finally I cant take the screaming anymore and I pull over. We are. Until now. Soon his tongue is once again coated with her pussy juice, and he knows she is well on her way to another orgasm. He gets behind her, slips his dick past her hungry pussy lips, and starts to hump her with shirt shallow strokes. Soon her body begins to demand the pleasure of his turgid cock in full measure, her hips are shooting back at him and he strokes her pussy deeper, and faster. Her pussy gets wetter and his dick is coated in the cream of her desire, the slushy squishy sound of.