As Agnes's alter ego methodically noted the details of the most recent genetic research, her true self remained isolated and powerless. She could see ...the world but not influence it, hear the world but not speak to it; Sister Agnes could do nothing but watch the world slowly turn and dim, as the spark of her soul faded within the prison that was once her body.Jeff felt the strong pull of attraction, it hit him hard, he must resist. He had resisted for endless hours, but the influence he sought. She didn't expect this, but she pats my hand and says, 'I'm sure you're not the first boy to think those thoughts about his mother. Obviously, your own sons thought those thoughts about your wife and took it one step further.' I'm a bit taken aback because she used the term, 'your wife' when 'their mother' would have been more appropriate. I'm not sure what to make of this, whether she was trying to steer the conversation back to a spouse-of-Karen direction, or whether this was a dig."Karen. So I stuck my feet in the gap and that gave me more leverage. With my tongue out I pushed down. My cock dropped down and hit my tongue. It startled me, but I had just had a taste of my own cock! I couldn't believe it, and that added stretch wasn't even hard for me to do. I knew I could do it. So I pushed back down, harder and faster this time. My cock almost instantly went in my mouth, and even went past the head. I had done it, I was sucking my own cock! And even more, I liked it! My cock. “Come on Ingrid, pay attention,” I admonished her, “you have to show yourself to me too.”“Ooh, haha,” she laughed, “I totally forgot.” Quickly she removed her baby doll’s top, lifted her ass from the chair and pushed the panties down to her ankles. She looked at me smiling, leaning back and spreading her legs just like me. She was caressing her belly tentatively, waiting for my further actions. I looked at her gorgeous tits, firm D cups really, wandering down to the blonde fur of her pussy, the.