”“And what’s the alternative?”“Letting them go.”“Kinder how?”“I would have to disable their minds. They can’t be permitted to retu...n to society knowing what they do.”“You couldn’t just blot out those things?”“I could do it intuitively, but it would fade. To do it permanently, I would have to block or uproot months of memories. I doubt it’s possible even if I were willing to spend all the time it would take.”“You could leave things as they are.”“No, it’s already too risky. It would only take one. “Is that all?”“No, I think it also describes how she likes to make love. She might have a sweet tooth too, I can’t remember exactly.”“Hmm, quite a picture of a woman. Have you painted anyone like her?”“Once or twice.”She swelled her chest slightly. She wore a light cotton shirt with roses embroidered on the sleeves over a 1940’s style twist bikini top and tight, black tracksuit pants with orange piping – that she was hot there was not a shadow of a doubt but I am a cautious man by nature so I. My vision cleared, and Brent was demonstrating the wisdom of knowing when to shut up, wide eyed as he took in the conversation.Kathy was in preceptor mode, describing how she relaxed to allow me to enter her colon, and then how she managed her breathing until the sexual feelings grew to overtake her. Sandra listened, gaze fixed upon her mother, as her mother recounted strategies to relax one’s sphincter, and how important lubrication was. My wife sang my praises, telling how my slow initial. She slid my raging hard cock from my briefs, her sexy lips parted as her tongue moved across the head of my cock. The tip of her tongue made an outline of my shaft and head over and over until she opened wide and plunged down my shaft as I let out a massive moan feeling her mouth taking my entire cock. She moved those sweet lips up and down slowly at first then faster and faster as she tasted my whole cock each time her head moved up and down. Jennifer’s moaned, panties were on the floor, her.