"I wasn't a very powerful telepath, having a PDP rating of only 2, and Iactually had to physically touch someone in order to read theirthoughts. Howe...er, Fubar thought that it was important that I learnedhow to keep from accidentally reading other's thoughts anyway, and thatI should also learn to shield myself from psychic intrusion. Becauseof that, I'd spent the entire class performing a series of exercisesand meditations."I'm trying," I said."There is no try," Fubar said, suddenly looking. He used his own cum, instead of vaginal fluid (if he was getting pussy he wouldn’t need the succubus would he?). He started the chanting and the finger movements, that were stated in the book. The pentagram drawing on the ground slowly started glowing brighter and brighter, no heat just light. When the last hand gesture was done, Dalton opened his eyes and watched as the light faded there stood a demon, the horns were at least 6 inches long, surrounded by a bald head with a slight gray tinge to. In reply to the change in contact, Steve patted Judy's hands and continued slicing and dicing things for the salad. Slowly, her hands, enjoying the fuzz on Steve's belly, started moving around, soaking in the sensations of her hands floating on the bed of soft hair she found.Remembering that coarser hair was down a little, she moved lower and started to run the tips through Steve's pubic hair. The hair there was soft like his belly hair but just a little thicker and much longer.Feeling her body. “Perfect timing,” the young, dark-haired woman behind the bar said. “What’ll you have?”“What would you suggest,” I asked her. As I draped my jacket over the back of the bar stool. “It’s been a rough day, so the first one needs to hit me hard.”“I got just what you need,” she smiled. She grabbed a glass, and a couple of bottles, and went to work. After the tall glass was filled, she places it on a napkin in front of me. “Want to start a tab?”“No,” I said. “Here, take this.” I laid a twenty dollar.