It was Cecania's hand! How was Icontrolling her hand with my mind????I looked down. I didn't see my own, flat chest. I saw *her* chest.Two beautifu... bouncing orbs hung from my chest. I was looking down atCecania's breasts. Impulsively, I moved Cecania's petite hands towardsthem. I cupped the tremendous breasts in her hands, brushing thenipples, and a wave of pleasure shot down my spine and into my crotch.My crotch? I felt it. My little penis was gone! And in its place wasa warm slit. . It was his cock hethought!Once he had straightened his makeup she ordered him to follow her to herbedroom. The premise was to show him her vast wardrobe but really shewas desperate to have her pussy licked.....again! There she watch himdrool over her wardrobe of designer dresses, designer lingerie.....andwhat most captivated him, designer shoes. She guessed he must havepreviously had a shoe fetish.....but then what male did not to somedegree she mused. It was as she was bending to show him the. There was indeed a big purple lipstick mark on my cheek where Jenny had kissed me. "I can't go out like this," I tutted, mildly amused. "I'll get it off, c'mere," Jenny said, "I'll spit into a hanky and rub it off, like mum used to do when you were little." "You haven't got a hanky," I pointed out. "True," Jenny shrugged, and then abruptly just spat lightly on my cheek then rubbed it with the tips of her fingers. "Eew," I complained. "Stop moaning little boy," Jenny giggled, wiping the traces. I sank into him, his ass tighter than anything I’ve ever been in – and that includes Laura’s ass and cunt holes. I grabbed Tom’s hairy legs and held them far apart, and began to fuck him in earnest, hard and rough like he’d asked me to. “Yes!” he shouted. “So fucking good, oh yes!!!” I leaned forward and released one of his legs, taking his cock in my hand and fisting him, pumping it as I also pumped into his ass. His cock jerked savagely and ribbons of cum went splat into my face. I.