What if the sex was terrible and we hurt each other? It would ruin our friendship and that we didn’t want to risk.Stan and I continued to make out r...gularly, but seeds of doubt began to creep into our liaisons. Were we serious about this or was it just a game? Didn’t we want or trust each other enough to go to all the way? I’d no doubts that my friendship with Stan had blossomed into unquestioning love, but Stan seemed less sure. To tackle this issue, I knew that I would have to take the lead. The visions became, ragged, distorted, even frightening sometimes, and after several of those experiences, Janet stopped asking me to create for her. I tried to convince her that if I really tried I could find my ‘perfect place’ again. Even that didn’t work anymore. For a few months she stayed away, hoping that I’d be able to work out my problems and be able to control my visions again. I struggled through those days, shutting of my ability, focusing on work, and having many discussions with my. And without speaking a word he got me and started licking my clit. I was in heaven. It was the first time I was being eaten and it was one of my fantasies coming true. I slid a bit more on the chair so that he could get access to my pee hole as well. One hand of mine was on his head holding him by his hair and with the other I was caressing my own breasts. I was enjoying every moment of it and in around 10 mins I came. Shuddering, I pressed that poor fellows head in between my legs and let him. I held her at the rib cage and started lifting her up and down, fucking my man meat with her body. As she adjusted to having me in her, I was able to lift her faster and drop her harder. Soon she was moaning and I was about to shoot. I filled the condom and lifted her off. I lay her on the bed and ate her hairless pussy till she came hard. I don't know if she shaved or if she hadn't grown any pubic hair yet but I just loved her little bald pussy. Again I could hear screwing going on in the.