Claire Kent January 5, 2072Last year, I completed 32 successful mind transfers. Almost everyone that approached me had a clear, compelling case; the... decisions were pretty cut-and-dried. But the one presented to me today had me honestly stumped.A married couple, both in their mid-thirties, came to see me. We went through the usual "dance" about the purpose of their visit. When you're doing illegal mind transfers, you can't be open about it; it's a business conducted on the sly, by. I grabbed his head and pulled him in closer. His fingers were pumping my pussy making me squirt. I was screaming with delight and wanting his dick in me.My brother, pulled his shorts down and climbed up to fuck me. A few quick thrusts and I'm cumming again. This is uncomfortable for him , so we get down and I bend over and he gets me from behind. He's fucking my pussy hard and we are both moaning. My brother rams me hard and tells me he's ready to cum. I tell him to put his dick in my. That, in hindsight, would be the biggest mistake of her life. The following day, of what ordinarily would have been just another day atschool, quickly snowballed out of control. The principal and two police officerswere waiting for Megan next to her locker. This, she surmised, was not good.With little hesitation by the police officers, she was forced face first againstthe wall, handcuffed, and escorted out the door past both stunned teachersand classmates alike. She barely had time to notice. I grabbed her thighs while standing on her carpet floor, and fucked her ferociously. I remembered all the fights we had over the smallest stuff. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted to leave her limping. She wanted me to go fast anyway, and I obliged. "Oh my God I'm gonna cum again!!" She was the loudest screamer I ever heard. Pounding her while looking into her blue eyes was fucking hot. There was a definite connection between us that went beyond me fucking the shit out of her wet pussy. I could.