"Before the conversation could go any further, Sharon called us to the table. I was glad about that. I wasn't sure where he wanted to go with the disc...ssion.The meal was consumed, as was a drink or two, and by the time the chairs were pushed back, we'd been well fed and watered. I had nothing planned for the timing of the things Sharon and I knew would happen. When she was ready, she'd say something about her bra, and from there, the night would hot up.An hour later, we were on the patio, and I. He wasn’t moving – he was barely breathing. She let her tongue trail along his skin and moved a bit lower, rubbing her hips against his every so softly, “and maybe I can show you how sorry a little slut like me can be.” She let the words hang in the air as her lips traveled farther down his neck.“Christy, I didn’t mean…”She ignored his soft protests as she slowly began undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one. With each button, she exposed more of his broad chest and continued to run kisses. She told me her neck was killing her. “Let me rub it” I told her. At first she hesitated, the finally relented. I moved over beside her and began to rub her neck gently, then I kissed it. I began to rub down her neck to her shoulder, kissing the places I had just rubbed.“Bill, what are you doing?” she asked. I told her I was trying to relieve her tension. I told her to turn on her back and she complied. I rubbed her back and began to kiss her shoulders. Susie said that feels so good. I. If I do something with my mind, I can see your nerves instead of your normal exterior. It’s sort of like putting on a pair of polarized glasses when you look into a glare.”“What does it look like?”“People look kind of ghostly. Instead of skin and hair, the shape of their bodies is suggested by the network of neurons. They’re kind of transparent, except for the big nerves and the brain. Brains are so dense that I can’t see all the way through.”“So what were you doing when you were sucking on my.