To her and the other masters there, surprise came to their faces when her hand actually appeared. Wren smiled more as she removed whatever it was that...Flugret was holding.With a turn, Flugret asked the first Master, "how is this possible? Physical manifestation has always been impossible."The first Master was deep in thought, then reached his hands toward Wren's visage. A nod of his head had them all waiting for a possible explanation."We all knew that she would differ from us greatly. It. She broke the kiss and panted into my ear: "Ready for some cunt, little brother?"I replied by flexing and pushing my cock against her ass. To this she smiled hotly and sat up straight again. This time she lifted her ass up, reached between her legs, and took hold of my throbbing prick. She squeezed and rubbed the head a couple of times, making me groan with pleasure. Then she snuggled the head into the opening of her hot, wet pussy and eased it in. Once it was securely inside so as not to pop. The lady that rents it was just recently divorced. She has her teenage son ever other weekend. During the first two weeks that she lived there we became very well acquainted. She was nice and quite talkative. I could not believe that her husband had left her. Johnnie was perfect in my eyes.Johnnie was thirty-five years old and had a fifteen-year-old son that lived with her ex-husband. At sixty, she seemed almost like a daughter to me.In that first two weeks she helped me in my garden and I. I nodded but said nothing else. Sheila’s playful expression disappeared and was replaced with a more pensive look.‘You’re really serious about this aren’t you?’ She said thoughtfully. Again I simply nodded, still hardly daring to look at her.‘Tell me again, then!’ Sheila demanded‘Er, what do you mean?’‘I want you to tell me exactly what you want.’ Sheila reiterated in very precise words.‘Um, well like I said, I’ve been naughty, and…’‘No, no – tell me what you want me to do to you!’ Now Sheila.