By the way, we all saw the resultant image (not just #6) because we all have accesses to our senses, same as we all feel what NP-fingertips touch, we ...ll smell with our nose, etc. Sensory input is sent to our brain where it's processed, and is available for every mind to access.]]^#6: < ... The good news is that this is immediately usable. So far I haven't tried to move the blob. All I've done is think about looking in different directions. I haven't tried using it with our eyes open either.. She was pretty cute, I thought, and I loved hearing her German accent. Not that I seriously considered anything happening with her; although I did start to wonder just what her breasts would look like if she was topless, and if her pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. But I had to concentrate on the traffic, so I put that out of my mind.I had never had all that much to do with Hannah – not that I didn’t like her, it’s just that she was in a different circle of friends to me. I knew. The ultimate hangover cure, if she wasn't one.We didn't care to toast, just poured are warm drink in the porcelain cup and were silent.I had positoned myself against the wall so had the 45 degrees advantage. I took it. Slid my hand underneath the skirt till my hands found the still erect devil that reared its head immediately. Women in heat don't deal with underwear. Even if they are otherwise equiped. Her eyeballs lifted to the ceiling with a sigh. I stroked a little feeling with delight her. Mom and Dad where there, which was different than my last hospital memory, and the room was far different than the last hospital room I had been in. I missed the beeping and blipping of the equipment I had been used to. I wasn't hooked up to a big computerized device that could monitor everything. Seeing the two of them, I tried to say something, but it just came out as a groan."He's awake!" I heard Dad say."Oh Sammy!" Mom cried, trying to rush over. Dad actually grabbed her arm and held her.