Sometimes, he would meet a woman, stare her in the eyes, and tell her she was a mindless bimbo with no other ambition in life than sucking his yummy c...ck. The second after he said it, instead of getting slapped in the face like anyone else would have, he would just see the woman change in front of his eyes, while her mind was being washed away. He had had this power for a while now, and he was still enjoying it to the fullest. But after years of manipulating and transforming random strangers,. From her forehead, two large horns swept up and back in an s-curl. Huge, bat-like wings spread out from her back and covered most of the wall. Wicket talons jutted out from the main hinge of the wings and several spiny points protruded along the edges. A whip-like tail coiled around her legs and ended with a series of spherical knobs that reminded me of an anal toy Erica liked. If this creature ever came to life, I would fear for more than just my life.What I found odd was that the statue was. The more I lapped at Jo’s ever wettening pussy and the more I licked her ever hardening clit the more she gyrated her hips in theatrical pleasure until she grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face with her pussy. My face was being used and abused by a rampant nymphet; was I really the instigator and the facilitator? All of a sudden, she pulled my head backwards so that the camera could get the best seat in the house as she started to cum, a short cum that was followed almost. ”It was another four or five days, I certainly wasn’t keeping track. A man my age, a woman her age, that would be what they would call idiocy in most circles. She was young and beautiful. I was old and not.“Going down, Charlie?”“That would be nice. Amy, do you appreciate honesty?”“More than you will ever know, Charlie. What is it you’d like to tell me?”“You are beautiful, and I am going to be hungry around six, and if you are not otherwise engaged, I’d give my left arm, in the figurative sense.