The night-watch and his wife

As the doors slid open, Jones the nightwatchman stepped out to do his round. Seeing me at the far end of the zoom he lifted his hand in a lazy salute. Shit. That was no use at all. I was horny and I needed some action or I wouldn't be able to think straight. I walked up to Jones and tried to read his mind anyway, thinking I might as well, when I was surprised to find that: a I cant read it, b, he has a hot wife waiting outside (I could see that from the window, looking down at the street, she sat in the driver's seat browsing on her phone as she waited).

Without further hesitation I left the building and drove Jones' car off into the night, his wife having helpfully slid aside into the passenger's seat. Mrs Jones, I discovered, was considerably younger than her husband. They had met at an anxiety support group. Carmine was stunning but once in her mind I could see she had daddy issues which was why she had latched onto old Jones. I didn't feel I had the right to judge. What I did do was suggest to her that the most important thing that she wanted to do this evening was suck my cock.

Once we got moving she happily ducked down behind the steering wheel to my crotch and fished my cock out, delighting in rubbing her face of it then proceeded to suck on it all the way to the Doctor's home. I happily let her have a blast of juice in her mouth just as I pulled into the Doctor's street, and waited till she had swallowed everything before parking properly. I was glad she didnt have a stick-shift or this could have been awkward.

However, here we were outside Doc Watson's place. The driveway wasn't long, no more than a dozen or so yards, and parked outside, still with my dick in the security guard's wife's mouth, I reached out with my mind towards the house to the occupants inside.