.. so if your dog is better..."Sandy hesitated as she remembered two days earlier, in the swimming pool, when she had let Bob and Charlie take her top...off and play with her bare tits. "We might even go swimming later," she teased. Sandy wasn't sure why she had set herself up like that, but from the looks she got from each, she knew she had their interest.Charlie also could not imagine a better way to spend the day than looking at, maybe even playing with, Sandy's tits. Well, there might be one. I pull you into the restroom before you have a chance to reason your way out of it. We are loud and animalistic, and I can’t fuck you here. But I will suck you dry.I drop to my knees on the dated mint green and black checkered tile as you quickly release your belt and pull your cock out, muttering in disbelief, “You know this is crazy, right?” I waste no time getting to work and surprisingly, you cooperate with zero resistance. Your fingers are thoroughly tangled in my hair, fucking my face as. " But they could have telepathically manipulated your feelings." It's possible but in our case I don't think so. That really sounds like something someone who wasn't telepathic would put in a science fiction book. The members of each clan bond with one another telepathically. This amounts to what we call a mind-link. Through the mind-link we share our thoughts, memories and senses." As Alison talked Gail expression showed her disbelief."Now, you sound like a science fiction groupie." Yea, I. ?NO MERCY you understand,? warned Jenny. ?I will pull no punches...Just because you’re my sister!? Ted pointed to Brandy. It was now the moment of truth. The nod had been given but dialogue was bow required. There was still technically a way out for Jenny if she wanted to take it. Either two hundred dollars or twenty thousand would be hers. Brandy looked meaningfully at Ted and then at Jenny. Seeing nothing to hint at this being a joke and apparently needing a hell of a lot more than two.