He was bound and determined to be part of the conversation and embarrass me.“Of course, I was thinking the same thing.”The look on Randi’s face ...was frighteningly insightful; I believe she was actually thinking like John Thomas! Who’d a thought!Randi had that ‘Boy, do I have you really confused‘ look on her face, she knew what she was going to do, but I was still wondering why she was doing it and why the hell this was happening. Did I want Randi? You bet, aye, but shit; I was really dead tired. "I'm gonna lose my cherry."Amy threw open the barn door. "C'mon."Martha grabbed Wendy's hand and pulled her into the barn. "Your mother should be here to see you lose your cherry," she said."Mom's not into this kind of stuff," Wendy giggled excitedly. "You know that, Aunt Martha."Martha giggled. "I know. My sister has always been that way." She grabbed her niece's bare ass. "Maybe we should have her come up anyway. She might change." It wouldn't do any good," Wendy said as she strolled over to. ” My thoughts didn’t tingle one bit. My powers had her convinced she should behave this way. She believed it, my brainwaves overwriting hers.“Yes, hun,” she said, turning and thrusting her hands behind her back. I admired her ass, firmer than it was a year ago. While I became obsessed with our daughters, she had gotten her body into better shape. Probably to attract my interest.And when I didn’t give it to her... Yeah, I could forgive her.I slapped the cuff on her first wrist, savoring the. Sitting in the back, I listened to Lynette’s speech. She hadn’t changed much, except that the additional years had put about twenty pounds onto her body and some gray into her hair. Her glasses frames had changed, too, from the ‘Granny glasses’ so popular in the seventies to a contemporary European style that somehow made her look more scholarly. But she still obviously had the fierce intelligence and the grace in her movements that had endeared her to me. The eloquence of her speech left the.