I saw her perfect naked ass raised for me, her head down on her arms, her hair obscuring her face. I took advantage. It was quick. The excitement, the...anticipation, the unexpected lust, the danger all contributed to making it incredibly satisfying as were her soft grunts. She pulled her jeans up over the wetness, ignoring it. I pulled myself together. The entire episode hadn’t taken three minutes I would guess. She grabbed the VCR tape and bounded up the stairs and I followed.When my friend. The euphoria that I create to accompany a mild blood drain is beyond most people’s erotic desires. Especially when nudged along by a little erotic dream bonus. I am an expert at mind nudges, just brief hints or teases. You need not control a mind, why would you want a mindless zombie? Just a little nudge is required. How often have you done something slightly out of character? How often have friends asked you "where did that come from?" or "I never knew you were like that?" Was that free will?. Footsteps clicked along the vinyl flooring and stopped below me.“Does this mean I have to kiss you?”Anna stood in front of me—an ugly sweater curving around her breasts and thin tights cupping her thighs. Her lush lips were colored in my favorite shade and lined up with my denim-covered cock, the perfect height for a kiss.Fuck me. Chapter TwoAnnaPeter’s cock hung to the right beneath his jeans—a fat ridge of muscle tucked against his thigh. Saliva pooled inside my cheeks. I’d fantasized about. She looked at me, as she served food, and said “You said to be comfy Danny, I could not help myself. I saw your handsome hardon this morning and just wanted to feel it. You’re not mad at me are you?”“No Gramma, but I did not expect that!” She just smiled and ate. We finished supper and were chatting, and she put the food and dishes away, and said “Let’s go to the living room.”She ran to change and came out in similar clothing like last night. She has a sip of her bourbon and we sipped iced tea..