“Of course”, she said, “you're one of my best friends.” She seems suddenly nervous. “Well, you know the picture the computer got from your mind?” “Yes . . .”, she replied cautiously. “Well, I saw it, and I need you to remember, it came from your mind.” As she walked over I turned again and opened to picture, quickly flipping it, and pointedly looked away. Jennifer was in shock, there on the screen was a picture of her and I in an obviously passionate 720p embrace. Oddly, while the faces were quite clear and recognizable, the bodies in the picture were vague fleshy blurs. “How . . .” she stammered, blushing furiously. I could tell the picture upset her, so I quickly closed the image, and swallowing nervously, I turned to Jennifer. “Jenn, can you tell me what you were thinking when we tried the machine?” We sat in nervous silence, neither quite willing to actually face the other. Jennifer took a deep shaky breath and spoke in a small voice, “James, I've liked you for a long time and lately I think I've started to love you, but you never seemed to feel anything for me . . .” her voice trailed off I turned to look at her, my mouth hanging open. This was almost exactly what I felt about her. “Jenn,” I stammered, “I like you too, but . . .”his voice trailed off. Jennifer sat with her eyes looking at the floor, in a shy voice she said, “I was thinking you might have brought me here to . . . do . . . 'things'.” I stood and stepped in front of her. I held out my hands to her and she slowly placed her hands in mine. I lifted her hands gently and she stood up, still not looking at me. I dropped her left hand and gently lifted her chin until we were looking into each others eyes. Her face was as red as I'd ever seen it. “I think I'm a prize idiot,” I said softly and began to pull her into a hug. Jennifer's arms went around my waist, locking me into a fierce hug. I responded in kind and for long moments we just stood there. I leaned down toward her lips and felt her rise onto her toes as she lifted her lips to mine. The kiss started as a soft and tentative exploration, but soon turned into a fiercely demanding encounter. I pulled back a little, breaking the kiss. I guided her gently to the sofa. I mature sat down and pulled her to my lap, sitting her sideways as we resumed kissing. Our hands blowjob seemed to be leading a life of their own, gently exploring each other's bodies. With her brands she was safe to go anywhere, they just didn't allow it. I lay under him spent from their use and gasping for air. I can hear him talk even though I’m looking at his back. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough stimulation; she needed more. My tentacles surged into her womb, the suctioning rings tasting every surface of her insides, impregnating her in a pulsing spiral of slimy limbs. “No, I’m done for the day. If you're not interested, no worries. She was still wearing her loose-hanging linen blouse and skirt that she always wore while working in the garden, but now she had shackles on her ankles, wrists, and neck. "Jenna, I know it must be tough for you but they say it's safe and the store needs someone in it!" I angled my face over my shoulder, and spoke to the blackness there. We’ll call it the Chateau for short.” I mature say to her before I kiss her long and passionately. Nena dropped on her hands and knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. Is there something wrong?" His balls lurched and his cock twitched. I turned my head to the 720p side as I felt Oliver’s rock hard cock hitting the rim of my ass. “Ooooh, I love daddy-sicles!” Samantha cooed. I ground my teeth in frustration, knowing the sorority girl could exert her seniority if she wished. It's unfair to pester him like this when he's not here." I could feel the wetness on my stomach, as blowjob our cocks began moving faster and faster.