She was certain that he hadn’t been moving his lips, yet she’d still heard him talking about banging his wife, plain as day. That fateful Saturday, Amy’s feelings of pleasant arousal from the sexual antics in her book were shattered as her entire house shook, accompanied by what sounded like a small explosion from her backyard. She was almost aware of the sensation of her clothes filling out one final time, as her fuzzy thoughts grew cloudier and her need for his cock became even stronger. Upon opening the doors, she was immediately overwhelmed by the thoughts loudly coming at her from every direction….no way it’ll fit……a watch for his birthday?…just get a pizza! She can’t read minds, she heard him think, and suddenly the buzzing sensation that had been in the back of her mind all day finally started to fade to a blissful silence.
