One of the others did say, “You said there are more like us. How many more? Do you feel ill when some people come around you?”“Yes, there are mo...e like us, but there aren’t many because of those people who make you feel deathly ill. They are referred to as seekers because they can find people like us. Governments worldwide, plus who knows how many mad scientists use seekers to track us down. Those they find end up in a lab somewhere playing lab rat until the people there decide they will start. Do you know how freaking distracting it is to try and figure out how to communicate when you have no psychic powers and no vocal cords while your girlfriend is getting railed about five meters away from you? By your own possessed body!?Cause... Okay.This is going to sound weird ... but it’s kind of fucking hot.Ali was on her hands and knees and had lifted her rump up and had dug her fingers into the emerald sand and was just getting fucking destroyed by my body’s dick. And being without me. .please just hold me. You can feel me if you want but don't do this, its toooo wrong." I was way too horny to pay attention to her pleading, and as I moved in her, her pussy responded and her attitude improved tremendously. It only took a couple of minutes of hard fucking to get Mother frantically wiggling her ass and french-kissing me and blubbering about how great it was. And the more I pronged her the wilder she became. It was so great, sliding mw prick in and out of her slick cunt. The lack. " I realized that I hadn't fucked a whore for about 24 hours now. I would give anything to blow the giant load that had accumulated in my heavy nuts. "I think I've got a way that you can make me feel better. Why don't you see if you can suck this monster Black cock better than your whore daughter can?" I grabbed at the noticeable bulge that was tearing at the seams of my jeans. I think he was intimidated when he noticed that my bulge couldn't even fit in my hand completely...hell, it wouldn't.