Em’s residence?” a voice asked. I saw a blue eye peer in at me. The accent was soft and sweet. Something from the south. “Yes,” I answe...red again. I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door. I could smell a cologne that made my pussy pulse. “You told me to come see you when you moved here,” that intoxicating voice answered and I knew immediately who it was. I opened the door. "Lucy what do you want?"Lucy smiled and said, "Daniel this is not about what I want or what youwant. It is about fulfilling one of your dreams. Any dream you have,even the ones which no one else but you know."This lady had to know more about him than anyone else. He really didnot like that for he felt like she had the upperhand. All he knew washer name, Lucy Olivia Keller-Ingerson and she made the new goldstandard for crazy. It would not that be bad if she was only crazy, butshe had powers. A. I turned away hoping that in the process he would remove his hand. But now with my back facing him, his hand settled on my right curve. I didn’t know how to get out of the situation. All I could do is ignore the hand and try to sleep. Unknowingly I was asleep and didn’t care about the hand.In the middle of the night I woke up, to have some water, only to find Abhay’s hand over my right boob. I was terrified and wanted to move away but was too tensed to do anything. And Abhay’s hand was also not. Well, it didn't seem like she had been helped at all as we were both frog-marched into the store's stock room where the salesman informed us that he was going to call the cops."Oh no! Not the police, please," I pleaded on behalf of my still silent wife, "She's ill, really. She just can't help herself!"Damn right she can't help herself." shouted the salesman, the saccharin smile now vanished, "not to my stock, anyway!" I...I...I'm so sorry," said Annette on the verge of tears. "I just..just -".