“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, eat my lezzie pussy. Mmm, I’m gay, Mommy, and you love my cunt, don’t you.”“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned... She fluttered her tongue up and down that slit. “Oh, god, I do.”“My wife needs to be fucked,” panted Mr. Morris. He glanced at me. “But it wouldn’t be right. My daughter’s a lesbian. I can’t fuck my wife right now. You have to do it, Vivian.”“Me?” I asked, feigning shock as my mind-control script played out. My fantasy I’d engineered and brought to life. I had. You were finally here. You were doing this. Ever since you were a little kid, all you could dream of was becoming an Overwatch agent. What kid didn't want to go on missions and save the world?Of course, they gave up on those dreams and settled for more realistic ideals. Being a doctor, or an engineer. But you never gave up. You kept up your fitness, you practised every single thing they asked for in the entry exams. Combat training, rapid-fire IQ tests, decision making. You learnt three. I think they both completely forgot I was there when I saw his hand stroke down her body and through her pussy hairs and caress her naked pussy. I heard him say to her, “Is your pussy ever dry? It’s nice and wet again now, boy I’ve missed you and this body.” To which she replied, “I have missed you and those hands! And it’s you who makes my pussy always wet!”I had a permanent erection, seeing her walk around naked in front of him. And I didn’t mind her sucking his dick and taking his cum in her. "Well, I liked the yellow knit top because it showed your breasts and your bra, and also the white pleated skirt," I said. "Did my bra show under the top?', she asked. I told her it did, and she replied, "Good...I wanted you to notice it." "And what about my skirt?" she asked. My reply was that the pleats and the texture made it look very sexy. "How about my bright yellow heels...did they catch your eye, too?", she asked. "Yes," I said. "I wasn't wearing a slip under it, and was afraid my hold.