She settled back, tea in one hand, a brownie in the other. She looked at the brownie and took a bite.“So,” Elaine said, “you kissed another frog...and instead of turning into a prince, he turned into a horny toad, huh?”Diane sniggered and nodded her head. “That’s about as good a description of the situation as any I could think of.”“So, tell me, what happened, which was he, an abusive bastard or a cheating bastard?”“I guess a little of both. Don’t get me wrong, he never hit me or anything like. The machine was banging against her huge tits. I grabbed a hold of my tool and rammed it in her tight ass. I moaned and asked why hasnt Richard explored this region yet? She was speechless, but replied with a deafening groan. She turned her head to reveal tear-filled eyes. I wouldnt stop. Not even for Shannon. I continued to thrust harder and harder till I felt that familiar feeling again. I felt like I was on the tip of exploding. I demanded that she put her face to my cock so I could blow my. Her hand began rubbing in little circles on her clit. “Keep your eyes on the road Daddy,” she scolded when he glanced down at her pussy. Her foot rubbed him through his pants.John quickly glanced around to see if anybody noticed what was happening in his vehicle. The windows were tinted and they were on the highway so he figured they were safe.“Jesus baby. You’re going to make me crash this thing.”Tracy didn’t say anything. She just worked her clit and stared at her dad. Her other hand went. I quickly apologized. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful." Well, you're seeing the image I want you to see," she said. "Actually I'm a hundred and two, all wrinkled like a prune and wasted away to practically nothing."I laughed right back to her, but I understood she had just told me another interesting thing about being a Spirit. The image I project is what the others see. Just like the image she had conjured up for me to see.I put together an image of an eighty year old, fairly gnarly guy, and.