I reached down and took her hands in mine, moving them aside, then put my hands on her thighs and pried them apart. I heard a sharp intake of breath,...then "Jake, what are you doing? Don't..." "If you want me to stop, Jen, I'll stop." "S-stop..." she said, but her voice was low and had no conviction in it. "You're gonna hafta do better than that, big sister." My hands slowly slid up her thighs. The crotch of her little jean shorts was warm and damp to the touch. I cupped my hand over the. Much is omitted but still fully understood by the thinker. A mental eavesdropper doesn't have these benefits.Then place more than one person in range of your telepathy, and then add another. Yep, it's like two or more radio stations playing at the same time. Talk about confusing! Fortunately, volume isn't involved.It took me weeks to gain a semblance of control. At first, I'd been passive like a radio receiver, accepting every mental signal within range, which through trial and error I. Then in the evening I contemplated eating dinner by myself. I expected Radha and Lizzy to have to be home to eat with their husbands and children. Once again I was surprised to find that Lizzy’s husband was out of town on business and that Radha’s husband was working second shift as a supervisor in a large factory on the outskirts of town. The women both had nannies and were not expected home until later that evening, much after the kids’ bedtime.I couldn’t eat my food fast enough and the women. Before I could check each one separately though, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. "Saheb, this is the ladies' toilet. The gents is next to it. " it was the old man from the food stall. Feeling embarassed, I walked out. This exposed the purse on my shoulder, and he realized. "You're looking for the memsaheb aren't you ? This toilet has problems so I suggested she use the staff ones at the back. She should return by now. " He hesitated for a moment then asked "Are you and her.....related ?"I.