Jennifer was my primary focus.Taking Jennifer home became a habit. She knew I had a strong attraction for her and she seemed to enjoy teasing me, eith...r by giving me a wink, or saying something so overtly provocative, that I couldn’t ignore it. I did my best to keep our time to together, very innocuous and non-sexual, but Jennifer just couldn’t resist being the tease.One evening, as I was taking Jennifer home, she told me that one of her friends had a crush on me. I laughed.“I’m serious,”. Act as young and stupid as you can.”He moved farther back and she slowed to a stop a few minutes later.“Hi there!” She chirped. “Can you tell me how to get to the highway?”She hammed up her airhead blonde role, and got the guy, who sounded maybe all of seventeen years old, to show her his phone so she could try to figure out a route.“Look, why don’t I just come with you?” He offered.“Oh, that’s okay sweetie. I’ll be okay. Here, let me give you my number.” She punched in some information. “Now,. ”“We’ll have fresh coffee waiting for you. Grandstand, out.”I started putting the radio away, removing the batteries, and stowing the antenna. Emily looked at me peculiarly.“It looks like you have a question.”“Yep. Horseback? Really?”“Yep. He now understands that we are walking. The ‘horse’ in question is an old turn of phrase, that I first encountered when I worked with alumni of the infantry, who walked everywhere. They called it ‘riding Shank’s mare’, and it was a wry reference to the fact. There was a power in it. “Oh, yes, great king, what energy is in your seed.”The angel's pussy clenched down hard on my dick.And then vanished.The light ended. I blinked, kneeling before my wife. She was naked now. And there was something about her, something commanding, powerful. Her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with juices. Before, she was shaved, but now a thick, golden bush adorned her pussy, possessing the silky curls found on a statue of Slata. Her breasts leaked milk. Thick, white.