She turned from the stove with the spoon still in her hand. "Give Momma a hug," she said opening her arms to receive my embrace. The picture of the be...r on the front of the shirt lay in the valley between her two huge boobs. I moved between her outstretched arms avoiding the sauce covered spoon and gave her a big hug. I felt her big breasts pressing against my chest and knew she wasn't wearing a bra. My cock hardened and I pulled her tighter knowing she could feel my hard-on against her pelvic.. I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “Slow down,” he grinned. “Take your time. I want this to last—it feels too good to hurry through it.”I nodded and forced myself to do as he requested, slowing my tempo despite my lust. The result was a new appreciation for the feel of his cock sliding back and forth between my lips; I found myself actually counting each inch of his rod as it moved in and out. I pulled him out completely and returned to licking up and down his shaft, this time. That way I get one clear image in my brain, which completely does away with the need to slowly move my real eyeballs back and forth." But how on Earth can you think about eight subjects at once?"I waved my hand dismissively, "That's no big deal. I've been able to read two books or two screens for ages, and I probably would've been able to do more if I'd known about sight blobs earlier. I don't think that's anything miraculous. I wouldn't include it in my list of 'special' abilities. It's just. I try to wish away my gray flecks and the crow's feet. "I wasn't sure you'd come," she says, reaching behind the curtains and snatching her note to me off the window glass. "I won't be needing this anymore, will I?"I nod in agreement, but find myself utterly tongue-tied in the presence of this extraordinarily beautiful and gifted girl."Oh, I sorry!" she says switching to an almost perfectly accented Parisian French. (I can't speak it well, but I know a good French accent when I hear one.) "I'm.