The Spanish vacation soon turns into a joyous romp of sexual discovery for Doreen. Barbara regularly massages her breasts with sun oil, kissing her te...derly as she lies naked on the sun lounger on the apartment's balcony. These sensual sessions are usually heightened by liberal quantities of Sangria to the sounds of Spanish Flamenco music.Doreen has torn up her return air ticket and arranged for her private pension to be paid into one of the local Spanish banks. Barbara continues to service. When I left California, things were hard. The six of us had gotten together and spent the night at my house. Yeah, I know ... a coed sleep over if you want to call it that. But that had been the most amazing night of my life. I had grown so much closer to my best friends, and it made the departure all the harder. When I had left, they had cried, and it had hurt.I pulled myself out of my pity party when Peter mentioned he was going to get something to eat. I jumped up and joined him. Anything to. " Your family knows?" she asked with amazement. "Are they ... like this too?" It's called being empathic. And you and I are called Empaths," I explained. "It means we have the ability to sense what others are feeling. If there are thoughts attached to those feelings, we can usually sense them too. I have heard some things about others that might have this gift, but you are the first one I've met. Up until last week when I woke up, I wasn't like this according to my family. And no, none of them. I know this is a favour and you just need the feel of a woman but I have wanted you since I met you. This is the lust that I have for you. Waiting patiently for a minute seems like an hour and my hands play with my bag as I'm a bit nervous. The door opens slowly and I see you standing there dressed in your shirt and trousers, just the way you know I love to see you. I walk in and walk past you, looking into your eyes and seeing your cheeky grin. You shut the door and stand in front of me but I.