Well I was picturing streams of photons shooting out of everyone’s eyes and hitting me and bouncing back to them. I figured there must have been bil...lions of photons hitting me because of all the people looking at me and that my body was actually feeling the effect of all of those little balls of energy hitting me.Of course, I’m sitting here in my room and writing this down and I know that my theory was stupid. Photons don’t shoot out of people’s eyes – they come from the sun or a light or. Dinner was relaxed and pleasant. The following morning, Mr VanDaemon was out first thing, and Mrs VanDaemon left soon after for her Committee of the Congressional Women’s Equality Commission. Harriet ran along the corridor and into Clive’s room, slid into bed with him after telling the housekeeper she could leave that room for a long while. She re-appeared two hours later with shakey legs and a smile. Mrs Dagmouse, the housekeeper, shook her head with a smile, went in and told Clive she would. She again looked at him, panting, and smiled sweetly, then laid back and closed her eyes again. John took off his shirt, and pulled his trousers and boxers of, revealing a large throbbing cock, about 7 inches look, laid straight against his stomach. He kissed her once more on her pussy, then slowly kissed his way up past her navel; he undid her gown and pushed it to the side, revealing her flat stomach, and her small but pert tits. Her nipples were hard, sticking up to attention. John rubbed. “I want you to fuck me Lucas. Fuck my married pussy. Your dick is so big its inside my fucking womb. Fuck me Lucas. Please.” His response was immediate. “You know how big my load is. Where do you want me to shoot it?” I seductively smiled and said, “As deep in my womb as you can.” Lucas asked me about my fertile cycle and I told him that it wouldn’t matter considering how deep he already was. My response kicked the animal back on inside of him. “Lucas, I want you to fuck me and unload your.