Randy Lily - My Indian Pussy Needs Licking

She had an excited smile on her face, her auburn hair falling about her shoulders down massage to her pink scrub top. She was working as a school nurse because I edited reality. For the last week, I had the power to change things. The angel Anael—the slender, blonde standing naked before me, her breasts small and perky, her eyes a deep purple—had chosen me. She was charged by the Most High to give me the power to stand outside of causality. Three times a day, via the app, I could edit the circumstances of a person's life, changing their body, how the pressures of life had shaped their personality, create auras around them that could allow them to go naked all the time, or even to grow horny to have sex by entering a certain room. I had used it to relieve my wife, Linda, of the guilt that she felt for being bisexual. She amateur had hidden an affair with her college friend from me the entire time I knew her. When she went to her trips to visit Marissa in Vegas, they were spending most of that time in bed, my wife indulging in her desire for women. Her Christian upbringing wracked her with shame for the lesbian sex which only compounded with the pussy guilt of cheating on me. I tweaked her so she didn't have to feel ashamed. I didn't anticipate how open that would make her. It changed our marriage, with my wife and I sharing women she seduced, including many who attended our church. There were marriages that no longer existed because of this, the women discovering they'd rather be with women. There were always unanticipated consequences to editing something. Like when I big ass edited the mayor of my hometown, Rainier, to be more progressive. To care about the growing homeless problem spilling out of nearby Seattle. When I changed the mayor and the three members of the city council, I hadn't anticipated them passing a 23% property tax to build free housing for all the homeless people. It would bankrupt everyone in town. It was a disaster. I changed them too much. And once something was edited, it couldn't be changed again. There were rules to this game the Most High was playing. I did the only thing I could: I edited an immediate recall vote. It was announced today that they were out and the emergency elections were supposed to be held soon with only the people who ran in the last election on the ballot. That was what I edited into reality. Then the ballots arrived today faster than I thought. My name was down as a candidate for mayor. The printer was edited by someone else. Another person had this app and was ebony changing things, too. These ballots had auras on them. People would feel that I was the right person to vote for. I was going to be mayor of Rainier and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't fix the printer, and only able to edit three ballots a day meant I could only get a handful out of the thousands that were mailed out. “I don't understand how someone else can have this power,” I repeated, my mind reeling. “This is insane, Anael.” “Not really,” the angel said. She sauntered around my wife, Anael's small breasts jiggling. She ran fingers up her thighs towards her juicy, hairless pussy. She always was horny, an angel of sexuality. “The Most High can give this power to anyone. He's merely added another player to the game.” Then we set up the beds. Even though at this point it probably would pussy not have mattered. And that's when the strangest thing happened. Brett would be let out in five, maybe ten minutes. She started at his stomach in which she slid her tongue into his bellybutton to give it massage a quick lick. Now information had been compiled and was being released. I woke before dawn when Vanessa got up. By looking at Brittany and Carmella they seemed giddy and I could not help but to smile. Then everything began feeling loose as the body dissolved away. Chapter 2 Then, they both heard a loud moan coming from next door. I tear off a paper towel and hold it out before her. It was late afternoon when we got finished so we decided to get dressed and go into the nearby town for dinner, Vicky and Logan went into logans room and were getting her ready and I went to get ready also, I was sitting on the bed when Vicky came in and I was sitting there with just my underwear on and Vicky asked that when we came back if I would like to get into the hot tub for awhile, I told her that we could. I bit down on my lip and was pleased that the burger bar had some loud music playing. Remember no speaking except your safewords if amateur necessary or if asked. Something to spice up what was about to happen. God! However, the thought of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break into tears. I sucked my cheeks together and slowly moved my head up and down his shaft. Sexually, she was insatiable. NO! I bit down hard ebony on Brock’s finger, tasting the foulness of his blood as it poured from his knuckle. I looked up at him and he had a smirk on his face, but I knew I needed to do this for Traci, and for me. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick, which was already starting to get hard. "No," I lied and tried not to smile as I set my kit by the entrance to Seraina's slumber chamber. I told them. It was like an indirect kiss with the student council vice president. She sat down on the couch and smiled up at me. "Do you need any help with supper?" After all, the last several times, I hadn’t been able to watch what she was doing because she had her big ass ass turned toward me. Breathless we just held onto each other to keep from falling over. Copyright 2018