Which brought me to my lust increasing while Sharon's tits wobbled in front of me and her submissiveness increased. And when the twins hit the floor b...owing when I got upset, and then my getting mad even more because they were bowing. Obviously, my emotions were triggering the effect.During the time I had been lost in thought the twins had guided me into the limo and we had been going... somewhere. I didn't have a clue where the hell we were going. I came out of my stupor, realizing that I had. Except there wasn't a mirror there. It was Michelle. Chantal took a sharp intake of breath and her colour drained. She needed to sit and returned to her computer chair."How did you...what did you...oh my God. You're here! You're really here!" Yes. I made it. Cool, huh?"Before Chantal could respond, she heard a knock at the door and her father entered with a cup of coffee for her. "I thought you'd like a cup. Everything okay? I thought I heard your voice."She looked at Michelle who was now. “Wow, I was always hoping to run into one of my customers like this.” he said with a grin. Sweat covered his brow under the rim of his baseball cap and grime coated his dark suntanned neck and arms as he pulled out and lit up his own cigarette, telling me that maybe he’d try it out himself. His shirt and jeans were covered in dust and grass, and I’m sure that the heat of the mid day sun had made his day of mowing much harder. I asked him if he was thirsty and he followed me into the house for. "Oh, and look what you did," His tone was getting stern. "You just made me hard and got your wetness all over me here," gesturing to his crotch. He finally sighed and I didn't know what to do next. I kinda felt like I was in one of those cheap pornos where they say a really ridiculous line."Well, if that seems like a problem to you, I know exactly how to solve it." I spread my legs on the chair so the top of my skirt was barely covering my aching cunt."Jenna, no. Just get out that essay, which.