Advanced Bush Relaxation Techniques

For some reason, my room looked a lot cleaner than usual, no dust, no scraps of paper. As I was thinking of this, a thin tendril of the pink slime rose out of the tub and snaked across the floor. It went under my desk and came out with a piece of paper, holding it up so I could see it, before it dissolved. I wondered it the slime would keep growing, I certainly didn't need hundreds of pounds of slime trying to have sex with me. The tendril moved toward me, the last foot or so splitting into several finer tendrils that gently, but firmly took my hand, urging it into a flat palm up position. A pale pink marble dropped into my palm. The marble was hard and glassy, lacking the luster I normally saw in the slime. Under the microscope, I could make out dead or damaged slime cells and some dark grains like fine sand. I looked at the slime. “I sure wish you could talk.” I muttered, “This would be pussy a lot easier to figure out.” A generic looking head rose out of the tub. “This one can speak,” it said in a soft clear voice. “What are you?” I asked. “This one is an amorphous, poly-form organism,” it said. “Why do you take the forms you do?” “This one responds to your thoughts.” I took a while, but in the end, we decided on a name, Patty, and she agreed that her existence must be kept secret. She was close to her optimum size, and having become aware, would no longer feed indiscriminately. She could take any form I wished within the limits of her size. She could not feel pain but did react to my feelings of pleasure. She had the basic female form down pat, only adjusting the outward appearance to match my thoughts. She could be any girl at any time. This was so cool. These days, more often than vagina not, I wake up to some gorgeous movie star sucking my cock or riding me. Life is good. Sara flipped off the radio when she turned into her Tinderwood Apartment complex. It was late and she was exhausted. Her younger sister, Lauren, was asleep on the sofa with her chemistry book erotic open on her chest, when she walked in. Sara looked frazzled and worn out for a 19 year sophomore in college. Her hair was windblown and her makeup was a mess. Her new flowered sundress was wrinkled and only held closed by three buttons. When she plopped down in the chair, Lauren could see her bare breasts and her full light brown bush. “I take it you and Cliff had a fun visit?” exotic Lauren said massage sarcastically. “Uggg, yes we did,” replied Sara as she laid her head back against the cushion of the chair. “And I had the pleasure of meeting Marcus too” she said, breaking into a sly smile. They look like claw marks.” I wouldn’t be a pleasant smelling dinner companion,” I explained. • “You have had an epiphany on how to view exotic your role as mayor.” “Come here and make me cum.” Jake ordered. Soldiers could marry into any caste. I felt her soft, huge erotic buttocks ripple noticeable every time my vagina palm slammed into them. Yeong slowly moved her hips in a small circle as she lifted and lowered herself on her knees, apparently experimenting with this position and what pussy felt good for both of them. I'd given my daughter all of Rachel's jewelry after she passed. Jack was breathing heavily as he looked down at his mother after cumming inside her and pulling out. As we sat massage on the couch together, we made simple conversation for a little bit and then she asked, “Is it okay that I sit next to you, the movie still has me really freaked out.” She was referring to the one we had seen in the theater so I said, “Sure,” as we inched closer to each other on the couch. She was calm in accepting his attentions and they quickly settled in to sleep the night away in each other’s arms.