I put my hand on the counter and shook my head slowly in frustration. If only I was invisible.My hand went into the countertop.Yes!I pulled my hand ou...t.If only I was visible. I touched the counter. I was solid again.If only I was invisible. My hand went through it again.Okay, I had to mentally wish it. It wasn't some kind of verbal mantra. It was a certain kind of thought. Perhaps it worked on a certain brainwave? It didn't matter. What mattered was it worked.I noticed I was still clothed. It. Or turned into aliens. Or both.Also, it was when Emily and Donna realized that Michelle – unlike them – wasn’t pregnant.Oh, wait, Emily thought idly, as she’d watched Michelle’s eyes start to bulge and burn with rage, and her hands ball up into tight, white-knuckled fists, Jack... didn’t knock all of us up?Huh.For some reason, Emily had simply assumed that was part of Jack’s conditioning process. Get conditioned, get impregnated, usually by Jack – it was kind of like a package deal. But .... We were not totally out of touch but it was only a rare phone call and my time to masturbate as I spoke with her and heard her musical voice and thought of her mouth and throat wrapped around my cock. The time came when I also graduated and got admission in the community college, living in the college dorm, hardly one mile away from where Susan had her own apartment. Now once again there was a bit of revival of our relationship. We both would call and talk of many thing about nothing or useless. He had to admit he had thoughts of doing things like that to the girls and in fact to the good Sisters. In Bobby’s mind the nuns were fair game because they had pussies like the girls and most of them were nubile and pretty in a grown-up way.Bobby’s dick was hard and dripping with pre-cum when Susan halted at long last.Tammy was quick to slide underneath him and Susan guided him straight to her drenched twat just waiting for a quick ride before the ceremony began. They had to be fast or get.