I'm thirty-seven years old. I have a husband. Phillipe is my son. I could never... And then the forbidden thoughts would gnaw at her despite her effor...s to banish them. In short Helen Spangler was at war with herself.Phillipe, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with the way things were working out. His father's words had simply cemented his plan in place. Rachel Donovan was certainly a beautiful woman and there was something about the body of a mature woman which made him realize how much. “You want them swiveling and undulating. You want to always be moving them. Up and down isn’t enough when you’re riding a man’s cock. You have to make it better for him.”“Yes, Mother,” she whimpered, plunging a third finger into her pussy.“It feels so good,” Jalal groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes! Move that pussy on my cock.”“See,” I moaned, undulating my hips, dancing as I fucked my married cunt up and down my son’s dick. “Listen to him. He loves it.”“Uh-huh, Mother.”I shuddered, pumping my hips up and. How long I don’t know, but I mange to dream a little. I see him watching TV below me. And then like some out of body experience, I see myself pinioned here, unable to flee, unable to resist, simply awaiting him like the dumb slave I am. My penis, hard and steel, is getting stimulation from the sheet as I toss and turn in my half-dream. This awakens me, and I feel again the leaden throb of pain in my balls, so familiar yet so impossible to stand. I groan with the truth of my pitiful. "No! No no, that's not it at all..." the sheriff yelped. "It's justthat..." You are interested in how the disguises work and my plans for them?" thewizard grinned."I am." Elaine raised her voice."As I said earlier, our two worlds are somewhat different. My world has aplethora of intelligent and not-so-intelligent races. Your world has onlyhumankind. My world has what you call magic. Yours has technology. Someaspects of our respective dimensional planes are actually incompatible withthe other..