Did the others know she even existed? My private investigator didn't find out about her – and Johanssen mentioned her in a very "past-tense" fashion...– so probably not.Three: Evelyn was responsible for dishing out at least some of the pleasure around the table; although some of it also seemed to be radio signals broadcast among the men.The men... THE MEN ... That's the bit I didn't get. Why did we have these seemingly God-like abilities to manipulate our astral forms while the men were just. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties but still in great shape, with little hair on his chest and a muscular, beautiful body."Mind if I sit with you?" he asks.Timidly I reply, "Yeah sure."He places his towel beside mine and sits down with me."So, what's you name?" he asks."Hi I'm James. May I say you're looking great. And your name?" I ask."Thanks, I'm Steve, nice to meet you. You are looking good too," he says."Nice to meet you too. Beautiful day isn't it?" I say."Yeah and I saw you. She hadn't been with anyone in a good while, and her pussy was over riding her brain, and reprogramming her to love it. Even as she stared over his shoulder at her dirty and bruised friend. She panted and tried as hard as she could not to react, afraid that anything she did would only make it worse...Then she realize 'Oh god...if this is Adam...I'm not going to survive this.' The realization sunk to the bottom of her gut like a gold brick, even as her pussy started tightening and twitching. She withdrew her hand from her mouth and put the fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them.My daughter began to moan, increasing her intensity with her motions until she threw her head back with a scream. Then she quickly removed her fingers from her cunt and grounded them against her clitoral area. I saw her bringing herself to the edge of an orgasm,She screamed out, and suddenly, I saw some liquid coming squirting out of my daughter’s pussy like a fountain that went about 2 feet.