I wanted to cry out my thanks to the crazy institute for giving me mind control powers.Mommy licked through my pussy folds again, moaning her delight....She jammed her digits deep into my rectum. She wiggled them around, making me squirm. She stimulated my anal sheath, the sensation so different from having my pussy played with.So wonderful.“She's ready for you, Father.”“Mmm, good,” Daddy said.Mommy ripped my fingers out of my asshole. She stretched out over the bed, her round tits swaying, and. This shit's gettin' you off."He ran the leaves over her belly, which rippled involuntarily, then moved to her thighs, which caused her to let out soft, high-pitched whimpers. He got close, but didn't -- quite -- touch her open cunt."I'm going to get you so close," he said, "so very close. I'll get your pussy so hot you'll do anything to cum. And when you're just about to cum, I'm going to take a handful of these leaves and mash them into your cunt. It's really gonna hurt. You think you'll cum. I decided the incident earlier had me all wound up over nothing. Throughout the next week, life returned to some semblance of normal. No new messages appeared on my mirror. Every so often though, I thought I caught a glimpse of red hair. When I turned, it was gone. Several times it happened that way. Otherwise, life was firmly back in reality. II I slept in that next Saturday. Not for fear of waking, but rather because I had nothing better to do. Rolling over, I came face to face with my alarm. I knew she could probably hear us because we were right in the next room with no doors between us. I asked him if after dinner while I cleaned up the kitchen if he would mind talking to her about it and he agreed.After dinner I told them to go into the living room and relax and I would clean up the mess. I could hear them talking softly and her exclaiming she didn't know about it and him telling her he was sure god understood she still had needs and perhaps had brought him into our lives for.