"We can't communicate without a cell phone." "Tell me something new," I replied a little sarcastically. Mind readers we ain't. Telepathy was still sci...nce fiction to me."What if we could mind speak to one another? Wouldn't that be fun? I mean like you communicate with those things." She was referring to my platoon of guard dogs. I use the term 'dogs' loosely."We don't really communicate. They exist on a different plane and to speak to them I need to penetrate that plane by using arcane arts.. ‘God, how do you DO that?’ asked Karen, quizzically. ‘Do what?’ asked Bridgette. ‘Get your breath so sweet and nice. You really smell nice!’ responded Karen. ‘Oh, just those breath drops they advertise on TV,’ replied Bridgette. ‘You know, where you have to send away for them, because they’re `Not sold in any stores!’ My mom got `em. She said a girl should always make herself attractive for the boys.’ She giggled at that, and slowly eased herself into Karen’s supple arms. ‘Hold me, Karen,’ she. Before long, on Helen’s instruction I was lodged deep within her and we were see-sawing our way to orgasmic release. It was relaxed (to some extent) and involved much eye contact as we sought to regain that deep intimacy we had before the break. We did not speak of this, but our physical need for closeness spoke for us.The weather smiled on us over the whole five days with varying amounts of cloud, but an absence of the rain for which North Wales is usually famous. It was also warm for the end. Maine kha rat main kaise aaunga unho ne kha vo mujh pe chod do main kha ki theek h ar main chala gya dophar ko karib 2 bje aunty mere ghar aayi ar meri mom se kha ki aj kunal ko mere ghar sone ke liye bhej dijiyega kyuki aj mere wo bhar gaye h mujhe rat me dar lagega meri mom kha ki theek hai ar vo chali gayi.Ar main rat ko karib9 bje unkke ghar gya to aunty ne darwajw khola us time unhone mexi phen rakhi thi main andr gaya ar turant aunty ke kapde utar ke unki chut me apna sara muh ghusa diya.