Your instincts, however, play the game." And what game is that?" In response, the man raised Daemon's legs and positioned himself in between; his cock...hard as rock was now set in stone, like the tongue of a viper, hissed its way into the darkest chasms that Daemon tried so well to hide until now. He was already fucking him as he spoke."The game of survival, boy. We're here to survive. If we cannot fulfil our instincts, then we die. Like a wolf who has to hunt the pig for slaughter. I too am. I really don't know where I got those thoughts at that time of my youth because it certainly didn't seem appropriate for a young girl of tender years. Now, I was a full grown eighteen years and didn't have to wear such old-fashioned things because I was living in my own little apartment right on the university campus and nobody could tell me what I should wear to bed or eat for breakfast.At first, I experimented with a set of "Hello Kitty" bed undies but I was forced to laugh at my reflection. Rachel Carver was whose mind I was camping in the past month. She's a tall, skinny and well-tanned brunette with a pair of beautiful round and natural, C-cup tits, topped with perfectly sized dark nipples.When I first stepped into her mind she wore too much makeup and kept her hair up. As I watched through her eyes when showering, I saw her wild jungle of dark pubes.While in her mind I learned that I could hear all of her thoughts, I also experimented with trying to give her my thoughts. When. True, he had been known to check out his new female squad member in the shower from time to time, and true, it had caused him to develop the beginnings of an erection more than once, but he hadn't been aware that anyone, especially Wong herself, had noticed. Another supposition, proven wrong. Still, Lon was good-natured about the jive, and Wong was a very attractive woman. Could he help it if she insisted on showering and dressing with the rest of the team? That was her decision, wasn't it? "I.