" "I suppose we could give it a try. No one would know," I agreed. We were both still grinning. The whole thing was so silly. "I'm game if you are," s...he said. "Sure. If you want to," I told her, trying to sound quite nonchalant about it. "We could go into my bedroom," she said, considering how to do it. "And we could take our clothes off for a minute." "Okay," I said, being carelessly brave about it. We both hesitated, and then we got up from the kitchen table and walked through the living room. I started playing with them, she looked down and then up at me, you like your mum’s boobs, she said. I smiled and replied fuck yes. I carried on and she took her hand off the car. I had forgotten Mohammed was behind her finger fucking her pussy wanking his cock. I stood in front of her and held her big tits. Leant down and started sucking them. She grabbed onto my head and I heard her moan again, Just then I felt her hand cup my cock over my jeans. I stopped sucking her big hard nipples and. A few cases of beer and I had access to all the parts I needed. I drew my circuit boards long hand and then scribed them on to boards I bought at a local hobby shop. After a couple of weeks of not sleeping, I probably looked more like a mad scientist than Dr. Brantwell but it was worth the effort.My Mind Control device looked more like an ornate necklace than the futuristic crown that Dr. Brantwell's team had produced. Signals were picked up from the sender's lower cortex, amplified and. "If you don't think I'd be enough we could probably get Carol to come with us. Maybe go to one of those fantasy motels or I've heard there's a resort up near Springreen that has swinger weekends. Oh boy how would that be, you with two older women at a swingers party! You know maybe Springreen's a little too close, but if you want, I'll look for a place."Jane showed up one time with mini clamps on her nipples and cunt. She gave me a sealed envelope from her son. Basically the note said he was.