"How do you do that?" Kyla wondered. "It seems like you can read my thoughts sometimes." "Oh, no, its much simpler than that," Lonji said, a smile in ...is voice. "I don't have eyes; I see the world in its shapes and flows of energy. The electric energy in your body, the energy that lets you think, feel, move, be, is more visible to me than your actual shape. Like right now, I can tell you're thinking about your left nipple, because slightly more energy is flowing between it and your brain than. He had a commanding presence to him that made me cream my panties – if I were still wearing any.Like when he kissed me before, I got lost in the moment, only seeing Connor. I slid down to my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I needed his direction. His warm hands cupped my face prompting me to continue. His cock was bulging in my face through his underwear and I leaned forward to rub my cheek on him. As my hands pulled his underwear down, his engorged cock sprang out touching my. I was really feeling it too, and from somewhere down deep,my orgasm started to build. The spasms started small, a quiver in my queef,but theybuilt on themselves and soon I was uncontrollably jerking around like apinball, stroking my rod for dear life all at the same time. The spasmscontracted myreamed rosy ringlet very hard as well, literally squeezing the massive cockthrusting inside me like a juice orange in the hands of a giant. "Damnbitch, yougonna make me nut" was all I heard as my orgasm. ”“Right – your turn to read out loud.” We settled back into The Hobbit, laughing at Bilbo rushing out of the door without even a pocket-handkerchief. Eventually, Mutti Frida pushed me out of the house to go home. In truth, I felt more at home with Col and Mutti Frida.The following days before we started at school were very similar. One day, the three of us walked through the snow along the cliff top as a storm built in the Channel. The wind whipped around us, growing stronger after we turned.