“Fuck me, papa! Fuck me.”She opened her legs more, and he shoved his entire length into her box, resting his bush against hers. Her pussy quivered...harder, vibrating uncontrollably as warm juice trickled down his shaft and down his legs. He pulled out of her spasming pussy, letting her cum juice drip onto his shaft.“No more,” she admitted in defeat.Icarus stepped away from her as she pulled her skirt down and slowly walked away, nearly stumbling every few feet. While watching her slut-walk. .. Mom and LeAnne. I said, “It’s a mild psychic ailment, Harvey. Rare, but not unheard of.” Glibly making it up, “Good news, it’s not chronic. Usually it’s a one-time phenomenon.”Mom, interested, said, “What’s it called?”“Oh I forget the medical term. One of those long words, impossible to spell. No one can remember it except first-year med students.”Mom nodded, “For the test.”“For the test. Harvey, would you like me to talk with LeAnne? I came across a case of it once. In DC, a decorated FBI. "The, um, female ... the second one, I mean, has reunited with the original. They are both now at the Pestova residence. It seems that she and the Tabors went on a field mission last night and rescued the daughter of an associate of mine. Evidently, these 'X' file females also do field work for Tabor Investigations; another item missing from your report."The girl evidently used their special transportation device to extract the victim from her abductor and managed to seal her kidnapper into a. " Why?"Jen was dumbfounded. "Because I'm a married woman, remember?" To emphasize her point she held up her left hand with her wedding and engagement rings. "I can't spend the weekend with a man who's not my husband."Michael grinned. "But you're dating Gerard, remember? So it's natural for you to spend the weekend with him."Jen looked intently into her husband's face. "You're serious, aren't you? You think I should spend the weekend with him?"Michael shrugged. "Sure, why not? We're not doing.