Confused, Larisa thought. Petra had mentioned confusion as a spell, hadn't she? The logical conclusion came quickly and easily, and the confusion was ...wept away. They used spells to make people more comfortable with the transformation. And, Larisa realized, they interfered often. How often had she simply forgotten what she was thinking, or simply been unable to understand what she was thinking. They weren't just trying to make us more comfortable, Larisa realized, they were brain washing. "No, my husband had vasectomy ... unnnnhhh! ... years ago ... I haven't needed to [mmoooaaannn] worry about getting pregnant ... unnnnhhh! ... since." I replied breathlessly, as Todd continued his cock's assault on my clit."Well I have no intention of pulling out, Ms Molly. So your husband better hope it's not your fertile time of the month!" Todd started to work his cock into my pussy. My pussy opened wider and quicker than it's ever done before as it seemed to be trying to pull his nasty cock. With one thrust into her asshole from Max the knob pushed past them and her pussy contracted again and she sighed with relief. The knob spread and stimulated the walls of her pussy in a way her father’s fingers never could. She wagged her tongue and panted excitedly until another thrust into her asshole brought the knob to her hymen. She tried to feel the knob from the outside of her body with her hands and push it away pointlessly.One more thrust into her butt and the knob had broken her. Ben said nothing as he smiled.Next was the lounge. There was a three-seater and a two-seater settee and two armchairs. There was also a large cabinet and a chair and desk with computer equipment upon it. There was also a HiFi system and a large screen TV unit with Sky box as well as DVD players. “All the chairs have been used for sex.”“Which one is Dave’s?”She pointed at the one closest to the TV. Ben pushed her gently towards it as his hands reached for his belt buckle. By the time she reached.