You bring your hand up, and rub your fingertip across my lower lip, wetting it with my juice. My tongue darts out, licking the trail your finger left,...then I raise my head, and stroke your finger with my tongue, lapping all my juice from it. You groan, and intertwine both hands into my hair, vigorously tugging my mouth to yours. You penetrate my mouth, roughly. I slowly relax my body, muscle by muscle, and let you ravage me. Your fingers tighten, and my head is pulled back, my neck stretching.. ’ ‘Don’t worry, Johnny. You have the power to control people’s minds. Mary, your mother was simply reacting to reminisce of my presence in the ring and following old habits. You can erase, modify or enhance that behavior if you like. She is simply waiting for your commands.’ ‘I don’t want to command her, she is my mother.’ John replied. ‘Great choice, Johnny, nevertheless you can make your mother and almost anyone else do whatever you want, by simply concentrating and commanding it. So, go back. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but it still escaped her momentarily. He gave his last, and she smiled and took her finger and wiped the rest and licked it off her finger. "Almost thought I lost my touch. Most guys cum much quicker than that. Hope you don't mind knowing I have had other lovers, before. I lost my cherry when I was 12." He laughed. "I don't mind at all. I lost my cherry when I was 15. Someday we can compare notes, if you want. For now, I want to concentrate on the most. Michelle glanced at her watch and then at the mingling crowd. "I've got go soon," she murmured softly. "The cheerleading squad is having the Christmas party at eight-thirty, and I don't want to be late." Nick nodded glumly. The family party wouldn't be over for another hour at least. One of the disadvantages of being with one of the most popular girls in the school was that he never got to spend as much time as he might have wished with her. She _always_ seemed to have something going on. When.