Nothing horrible happened to me in my childhood either so I have no clue where this came from. Also, no one is hunting me, yet.I can control/influence...people's thoughts, actions and desires. Actual control is difficult and takes a lot of energy. Influencing people is so much easier as nobody but crazy people think twice about the reasons for doing things or are on guard against unwanted thoughts and feelings. If I'm really amped up I can do it all without talking, but it's tiring so I speak. Vicky was a bit quiet when I get there, but went off again to the pub. Once again I found the magazine after the k**s had gone to bed, and was rubbing my cock as I read the letters. I was really into it, so got the surprise of my life when Vicky said what do you think you are doing.I jumped up, and get red faced as I said sorry to her. She looked at me and said she knew I had been looking at the magazine last week, and that I must be a bit of a perve. I wasn’t sure how mad she was so didn’t. "He just sat there and I let a couple of minutes go by before I put my book down and said:"Dick Tracey you ain't. The next time you might want to try a disguise of some kind so people won't come into my office and ask me why my husband is sitting outside watching the building."He couldn't or wouldn't meet my eyes. Finally I said, "What the hell are you doing Stan? It is obvious that you are spying on me, but why?"He started to open his mouth and say something, but then closed it."Damn it Stan;. Almost immediately, her mouth opened and her tongue began to explore mine. It was a hungry, wet open-mouthed kiss. Becky slowly turned her body toward mine as I wrapped my arm around her waist. She immediately put the palm of her hand over my hard cock, and I heard her moan as we kissed passionately. Her breathing became almost a panting as we kissed and rubbed my cock through my pants. She didn’t want to break the kiss and saliva started to run from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. When.