When you think I’ve had enough, you pull out and I let out a gasp. Your hand strikes my ass hard, leaving a burning red imprint. You then place you... hands on my hips, I can feel the head of your cock at the entrance of my pussy. You slowly push in, pausing every few seconds to tease me. ‘You want my whole cock in your pussy, slut?’ you hiss into my ear. I nod, but you command me to tell you what I want. ‘Yes, please put your entire cock in me,’ I beg softly. Your hands then move from my hips. My mind bounces about my skull because I'm scared I like it now. A bedroom, pink and white, dresser, a mirror. I fall the first time I leave the bed - not badly, just enough to tell me my legs are asleep, and my ass - is different. Still on all fours I reach a hand back, seems to take forever. it's big and round and firm, I gasp (fluttering little sigh, hint of sex). I forget who I was for a second and try to remember. Never mind, the mirror. I'm there now. She's there anyway. Her chest is the. I hope you enjoy??.Setting the scene:Amy and I (George) have been friends for several years. It’s a long story how we met but let’s just say; we live in the same village and as I thought, that was the only thing we had in common (apart from enjoying the same movies and of course each other’s company). Amy split up from her husband just over a year ago and while most of you reading this would have expected me to have made a move on my newly single (female) friend, I hadn’t! You see folks, Amy. So I could get from 128 to 704 minds in a total of 4 deaths rather than 18. The next two deaths would get me to 1,472 minds in 6 deaths rather than 42.There were, to put it mildly, some major issues involved in this idea:The risk of the mind-death possibility was definitely a major issue! It was BAD! On the other hand, our body was going to die anyway, and it was worth the possible death of our minds to let all the other Marks know that it was essential to avoid dying in a three-way déjà vu..