I had left school at 16 and had remained in my parent's home, never going out, watching TV, and playing computer games, anything to avoid contact with...people. My hair grew long; I wore it in a ponytail to stop it getting too much out of control. When I was 18 my parents went out and didn't come back. They had been killed in a car crash. They were buried, I was alone. Although they were not overly wealthy, they had left me enough money to ensure that work was not necessary. The large isolated. .. so big?"I was floored. She had a hunk of a fiancé and here she was asking me about my equipment. I needed to know what was really going on and it seemed a perfect opportunity to try to test the boundaries of my ability to feel others' emotions and hear their thoughts.I turned to face her and knew what she would do. Sure enough, her eyes dropped again, seeking out the potential bulge in my pants. My girls made sure I wore clothes they enjoyed seeing me in. It was only fair considering — as. I'd grab his cock and start sucking it as he dropped his pants , once the taste of it was in my mouth Kathy came out and so did Ken , he'd forget his wife and fuck me like the little sissy slut i was . But that wasn't enough to keep me satisfied I needed to fill the taboo fantasy's of being dressed in my lingerie and have Ken really come out of the closet , I wanted him thinking of Kathy while he's fucking his wife . Then I got my chance . One weekend his wife and mom were going to visit my. ” You say calmly.He bolts up, scowling at you. “It’s none of your fucking business, stranger, mind your own!”“Alright Gandril, that’s enough. Wrap up your drinks and lets end this night on a good note, ok?” The tavern keeper spoke up from his bar, trying to calm the situation.So much for not drawing unnecessary attention to myself...You glance towards Lena, momentarily meeting her frosty blue eyes.Fuck.You see it in her eyes. Gratitude, desire, longing. She bites her lower lip, but turns away.