Pulling her knees up to her breasts to better reach, she dipped the tips of her fingers inside herself, the intoxicating odour drifting through the wa...er to her nose, the heat apparent to her gently probing digits. Pushing with a little more pressure, she eased one finger down deep inside, and relished the melange of pleasure pulses hammering at her. As she casually withdrew her finger only to thrust it in again, her other hand found its way back to her clitoris, and soon she was circling the. "Ayumi, you look so beautiful!" My mother exclaimed as she ran up to mehugged me."You...you know it's me?!" I asked, dumbfounded."Of course we do, Ayumi," Dad replied with a grin. "We've known formonths about your abilities. Satori told us." You told them?" I asked Satori. She nodded happily. I rounded on momand dad, "And you weren't a little surprised that your children coulddo this?" Well we were surprised about Satori, but not you," My mother replied. "My family is cursed," she. Your breasts are covered in Goosebumps from the new sensation and your nipples never seemed to feel so hard.You feel the pinwheel now between your breasts moving down to your belly button and down to your pussy. You are nervous about the pins of the wheel touching your most sensitive flesh that is between your legs which are spread so wide open from your bondage. I trace the wheel around your pussy not touching any part of your pussy yet and move the wheel to your inner thighs. You did not. The card was for a Bethany Olesson. She had a six point two score. The maternal and intelligence scores were very high, but she missed eligibility to volunteer due to a clear pacifistic streak that had brought down her scores. I looked over at her to find that Bethany was an attractive if slightly overweight woman of about forty-three with her light brown hair in a proper teacher's bun. I smiled and held the card out to her."Your friend was a bit insistent that I come, although she said.