Harriet had gotten Mikey used to the idea of being her regular lover to help her with her intense horniness and need for sex. She'd considered fucking...either A.J. Chegwidden or Sturgis Turner again as well but she knew that going outside the intimate connections of bedding her brother-in-law also carried dangers that she didn't feel it necessary to take on at the moment. She especially thought about Sturgis's big thick black cock and Harriet's pussy got really wet when she remembered how hotly. Moss's arms and upper body were gigantic, and his forearms contracted every time he burrowed himself inside me; gripping at my side flesh. He slowed and let his grip with one hand go. My heels touched the floor in what seemed like hours. I jumped as his huge paw slapped against my pert arse cheek without warning. The sound rattled through the room and echoed in the bathroom. I love the feeling of a strong man taking charge and fucking me senseless, having his dirty way with me. using my pussy. I had planned to read it before my unfortunate deadening." Regan grabbed the book and set it on the table, a closed literary Classic. As she looked on I waved my "Hand" over the book and slowly phased it through until it came to the back cover. "I'm giddy with suspense." Regan said with an air of sarcasm. She watched as a smattering of words began to flow up my hand, into my arm then into my head. "It's some kind of Tactile learning instinct." I said with a grin. "And you can remember that?". "That's bullshit, old man!" he declared derisively. "We can start with this!" he stated, as he put his hands on my shoulders, and slowly sat me down onto the bench."Gimme another dollar," he ordered, and he pushed it through the machine. "I want to be able to see this!" I too could see what was going on, as he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his thick throbbing cock. "Here, put this in your mouth," he exclaimed excitedly, as he edged forward. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. I was in.