The next morning we went back to Toni's house. I knocked on the door,still having no idea what I could do. Her father answered, and as soon ashe saw T...ni, he glowered. He raised a fist, and I had to do something. Iwent into his mind, just a touch. I repeated.A few moments later he was inviting us in. I did the same gentle touchwith Toni's mother, and then turned to leave. "Wait." Tony whispered,"What about school?" her male side askedmentally."I will be with you tomorrow." I whispered back.. It's especially exciting to watch my hand move under the covers. I softly groan and tip my head back, spreading my legs a bit wider, using the width of my hand to cover my mound, gently stroking and rubbing, every now and then dipping a finger in the sweet juices beginning to soak my panties and then running that finger up my slit to my clitoris where I get a shock of extra-pleasant sensations, and then back down again. I don't do this often, and certainly wouldn't think of it in my parent's. After many months, I was so conditioned to this voice that the two syllables sent a pleasant shiver up my spine and a blush down over my face and neck."How are you today?" he asked, and I told him a little about my morning and plans for the day. We chatted lightly about inconsequential things but even that bit of conversation had already changed my physiology in subtle ways. My breath was slower and deeper, my muscles had relaxed, and best of all, my mind had relaxed, beginning a release of. It was very small and cluttered with stacks of books and paperwork lying all over. She had to clear off a space just to sit down on her tiny couch. We sat down close to each other, our legs rubbed against each other. She had a tiny tv and turned it on. I don't recall what we talked about exactly as she switched through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch. After several minutes, she gave up and turned the TV off. She looked at me and then asked "Would you like a blow.