“There is enough for both of us to play with.” She had a good point and I really wanted to touch it. My wife stroked it first and it seemed to ge... bigger. She pulled my head towards it and I opened my mouth. I could hardly get it in my mouth and I chocked on it. I rubbed my wife’s pussy which was soaking. She pulled my mouth away so she could try it in her mouth. I continued to kiss my way down his shaft towards his balls when I could smell my wife’s pussy. She had backed on to it and I heard. Is it hypnosis? Or Stockholm syndrome? Well, with a psychic like me, it's the most amazing tool in the world: you get to rewrite the mind itself, just for a few seconds. I set the seeds of high-metabolism and the seeds that would make her grow busty, the seeds that would make her eyes grow properly, so that in a year or two, as she grew, she would no longer need the glasses. She would be beautiful, athletic, well-endowed -- and I spent most of the remaining seconds just amping up her creative. She doesn't suck my cock and somehow makes me feel guilty; after she got off she just wanted to be fucked and although that was hot, it annoyed me when I wanted her lips wrapped around my cock first.I shrugged, "You know I often don't get hard from eating you out." But you were hard when you started," she pointed out."I know," I shrugged, before adding, "I can't explain how my dick works." Come lie down," she ordered.I did.She kneeled beside me. She stroked my cock, asking, "So, do you really. The pretty young receptionist had lost her high heels during the struggle. Jason unfastened her skirt. Carol laid there, unable to resist, as he worked her skirt off her ass and slid it down her pretty legs and off. He then reached for her panties and did the same with them. Carol was now completely nude. Albert could not help but admire her thick bush, of obviously never before trimmed strawberry-blonde hair, between her legs.“We should let our guest have the first crack at her,” Jason.