He started probing my lips with his tongue. I tried to speak and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He now had one hand behind my head and his tongu... in my mouth. I could feel that my body was responding even though my mind kept saying no. I heard his zipper! “Oh no!” I thought. My mind started into a mild panic. He pushed his cock head against my panty covered pussy lips. I could feel myself getting wet in spite of my resistance to his advances. I reached down to stop him and grabbed his. ..from the slightlight being reflected from the TV, my legs looked like some girls. Nohair at all, and now because of that missing hair, I had a luminescentsheen to the surface of my skin. "I look like a freaking girl now." Thosewords escaped my mouth like a whisper before the wind.I let my eyes travel upward toward my boxers, my legs looking so femininewith the void of hair. Even my thighs took on the appearance offemininity as they extended out from under the boxers. I only hoped thatthe hair. Daya moaned softly, instinctively lifting herhips up against the invading digit. Although her cuntmuscles quivered and clasped at his finger, Daya stillremained fast asleep. Jugnu inserted a second fingerand began to fuck them slowly in and out of hismother’s tight, slippery cunthole, watching her faceintently for any signs of awakening. Daya’s cunt-juicebegan to ooze out around her son’s fucking fingers anddribble down the crack of her ass.On impulse, he leaned forward and. She focused on the sense of him, and realized it was Ron. Yesterday he had been gentle and even romantic with her. He had stoked her fire in a long, slow build up that resulted in an orgasm that had triggered her latent magic and, from what she understood, half the house had experienced a simultaneous orgasm along with her. She wasn’t sure that Ron would really be in for this, and as she stroked him she tried to get a sense of his energy; it felt muted, not low, but like he was.