She whispered in my ear, "Say it for me honey... say 'pussy'."Pussy." Good. That calls for a drink." she laughed.I laughed too and said, "pussy". Then... "Trudy, can I ask you something else?" Anything baby." You know when Margaret had that carrot and said it looked like her husbands thing but it was hard and he wasn't?" Do you think that it can really be that long?" Honey, of course. Hell, that carrot was only about 5 or 6 inches long. Stan's is bigger than that. Damn, I always thought that tall. If I knew it was a gift I wouldn’t have spent hours in my room practicing my stone wall. The only reason my mother didn’t know was she assumed I didn’t have the gift and she always shielded. It was second nature for her to shield and not try to read others thoughts. And I can only read thoughts when I try really hard or when someone is projecting thoughts. Luckily, every race either knows how to shield or has implants to shield their minds. Now a days, the local birthing centers implant. I pulled her to the bed and climbed on top of her and started kissing again. My hand went on top of her pussy over the saree. I felt her saree was wet near the pussy. I removed her pallu. My face was on her cleavage.She started pressing my face on her cleavage. I started biting her nipple on top of her blouse. I lifted her saree all of a sudden, went inside her saree licked on top of her panty. It was full wet and dark.I continued to lick her panty in the dark, her panty was fully soaked in her. No dress. "Now listen, you fucker!" I shout at him, "I'm this lady'shusband, and ..." And that's as far as I get. His hand snakes under my skirtand grabs my balls, and gives them a twist and yanks them down, andI'm down on my knees from the pain, except that I can't get therebecause now he's pulling my balls up and toward him. Jesus has hegot a strong grip! "O yeah!" he says, "You're the husband who doesn't want tokiss his own wife's ass. That sweet ass. Well let me tell.