As soon as I finished the drink I said, "Lets dance."It was a fast dance I moved about thrusting and gyrating harder than before. Occasionally I would...stumble and he would catch me. I must have had more to drink than I realized. I would break free of his grasp and go back to my animalistic routine. I could see his appreciation in his pants, they were tented out as his apparently big prick strained against the fly. Now I was even more confused at his lack of confidence. I thought well, good he. I nodded and then watched in amazement as she opened her robe. Under it she was wearing an outfit that looked like what the girls in Penthouse wore! Her long legs were covered in sheer black stockings that stopped about two thirds of the way up her smooth thighs. They were held up by a sexy black garter belt with little lace bows on the straps. She had on a tiny little pair of black panties that just barely covered the patch of hair on her mound. They were so sheer that I could see her curls. The temptress of my dreams is Asian, dark hair barely gracing her shoulders and with the slightest strands of red highlights. Her eyes are dark and somehow always seem to cast meaningful glances, withholding some secret any around her would desperately seek. Her body…was breath-taking. She wasn’t anorexic, but she was far from overweight at the same time. Her breasts were…large, and temptation-inspiring. Full D cups gracing her otherwise short and slim form. Her ass had a generous curve to it,. But even so, it was worth it because there’s no better way to show you how powerful this thing is. You may have learned more about your mother in those ten seconds than you would have in all your high school years. Think about the intimacy of sharing honest emotions back and forth. Is it any wonder that I have drawn so close to your mother and your sisters?”“Are you like that with everyone?”“No. Hardly anyone knows about my mind reading, so I’ve only opened up to a few people.”“So why did you.