She is enjoying herself and the sensation of complete utter dominance over her pupil.I’m mesmerised, locked in her gaze. I’m so enthralled that I ...on’t realise that her hand is gently caressing my red swollen cock. She focuses her attention on the tip. Carefully stroking just the head. She leans in and plants a healing kiss on the tip. I enjoy seeing her pursed lips smack tiny kisses on my cock. Then she sucks down hard and cups my balls with one hand while the other tickles my anus. Just as I. ”“I’m searching for the Oracle of the Sands,” I said. “I know where to look, but...”“But the Heart of the Oases is such a vague term, no?” she asked.I smiled at her.“They say she is everywhere and nowhere.” She squirmed on me. “But if you want to request an audience, you must shed your seed to the thirsty desert if you are one of the places she likes to haunt. The Heart of the Oases is one. There are others to the east. The Mountainous Dunes, the Salted Erg, and the Stained Sands. So long as. ...the memory of Mark's burning eyes came back, the lust and hunger in them, the will to manipulate. Then she'd found it inescapable, now she found that it had made a stronger impact on her mind than she had realized. As she looked at her naked self in the mirror, she somehow imagined herself with him again, naked this time, with his hands firmly on her globes, mauling them even as he pressed his muscular body against hers. Yes, he would squeeze her hard. She'd offer her breasts to him, allow. He had a sudden flash of insight and somehow knew that his relationship with his niece had just changed, and that it was going to be a LOT more adult in the future. He decided to say it like he was talking to a trusted female friend his own age."It sure passes the boner test."Teri looked at him, confused. "What?" she asked.Bob lifted his hand, exposing his full bore erection, or at least the huge tent in his pants it caused. Bob never wore underwear any more, so there was nothing to help.