What can I do to help you?’ My tear stained eyes looking at her own teary blue ones. Yet even as I asked her this question, I knew instinctively wha...t had to be done for her. Many in my family had gifts of this nature and so do I, but I had always been too frightened to acknowledge it. ‘I want my mommy and daddy…I cannot find them’ her lower lip trembled in sorrow. ‘Katie……’ but I was interrupted when a light from a corner of the ceiling became very bright and figures appeared, surrounded by the. This Tuesday there is kabbadi practice match at our school. You somehow bring your wife to watch it. I will take care of the rest.:Though I was not confident , I followed Peter’s instructions. I somehow convinced my wife that we should stay back after our school hours and watch the practice match just for old times sake. My wife was not very receptive but she agreed. We went to the school grounds where boys and girls were practicing separately. Peter was ofcourse there giving instructions and. As she tangled herself in the sweater I was tugging at the waist band again and couldn’t believe she wasn’t consciously playing along with me. In one easy movement I slid the waist of the skirt all the way to her feet and pulled and scrunched the stretchy material tightly, pressing down on the floor with it. Had she just dropped her arms to her sides, the moment would have passed and a few of the bored people at the cubicles would have received a quick flash of purple before her shirt and sweat. She pulled my hair and moaned as I licked her clit, entering two fingers in the already tight space. "Oh fuck..." She moaned, "I'm gonna...gonna.... CUUUUUMM!!!!!!!She came hard, spraying my face. I licked it all off before she pulled me in for a fiery kiss. “I've never came from being eaten out.” She said, “And only the biggest cocks could get the job done after that...”I smiled as her eyes traveled down my throbbing length. “It tastes so good Mom.” She ran her fingers through my hair. "Maybe.