” My hands up under her blouse squeezing her braless tits and pinching her nipples gave her the answer she wanted.As she leisurely rode me I asked, ...“How’s that boyfriend of yours these days? Haven’t heard much about him lately.”She grinned, “Which one are you referring to? I’ve added a new one recently and the one you’re thinking of isn’t real happy. I’ve got him addicted to my body so there’s nothing he can do about it. Seems to make him work harder at pleasing me though. Guess it’s a good. He got out of the truck, humming to himself as he jumped into the bed, spreading out a blanket. Dejectedly, I sighed and pushed open my door, lowering myself onto the ground. He watched as I waked around the truck, carefully picking my way through the stalks of corn avoiding their sharp, biting, leaves. He offered me his hand saying ‘C’mon.’ I took his offer allowing him to help me up. He twisted the top off a beer bottle, handing it to me. Gratefully, I took it from him holding it up to my. Eventually I knew this intense stimulation was too much and I must allow him to discharge a cumload. When it came he was noisy. I took it in my mouth and the mixture of semen and lube was a new experience for me. My lust didn’t care, I gulped it all down gratefully and didn't stop sucking. He moaned with the acute sensitivity of his post orgasm cock. But it was mine to use as I pleased. He knew that and accepted to situation with determination. I wasn’t surprised that he remained erect, he was. I re-wrapped my personal stone and hung it at my heart once more while I waited for the calamity which I felt was soon to follow.Four androgynous-looking figures in long robes burst through the door and halted, looking at the stone glowing and tinkling as it did loops around my head. One of the four was shorter, older. She kindly asked me, "Child, what did you do?"I smiled back at her. "I've been trained in micro-kinetics. The stone was broken. I repaired it. It's what I do."One of the four.