I walked back to my lorry and was planning where to park for the night when the phone rang. I knew it was the office calling and I guessed it would be...Stacie. She gave me my instructions for the following day and never mentioned the incident ten minutes earlier. Stacie asked where I would be parking up for the night as this has to be recorded in the office for security reasons. I told her, of course, and went on my way. I was soon parked up in my usual secluded spot. After closing the curtains,. ........“Mom?” My fantasy was interrupted by the first word I had heard Trina speak in weeks. It was eerie I looked across at her and she stood in the centre of the room staring. Her eyes were not fixed as they had been for so long, she was still staring at nothing but it was as though she was looking into someone’s eyes. The emotion on her face was joy and there was a tear running down her face as she had a brief one sided conversation with what appeared to be her mother’s ghost. After a. They don't make contact unless they both approach each other a little closer to first become familiar to the other.The negative response is, "Busy!"It's basically, "I don't know you and don't want to." One Spirit doesn't HAVE to accept another into their scope of awareness. It may be abrupt but it's understood and not the least offensive. The Spirit being "Paged," as I call it, just doesn't want contact at that time.It's considered polite to observe those constraints. You see, sometimes another. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, it fitted perfectly letting me taste him all. I pull him out my mouth and start sliding my hand up and down while I lick his balls gently nibbling them as I look up at him. you taste so good zak I want you so bad I say as I take his cock back into my mouth letting my fingers play with his balls. He grunts closing his eyes. I suck him in deep and fast letting his whole cock slide in and out of my mouth in quick movements. Scar stand-up Zak commands his voice.