Food and rest could be transformed into sexual energy by my body but provided only a fraction of the power that sex did.I should have enough for what ... had planned, however. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and reached for Amara’s consciousness. Finding it, I just sort of willed myself into her mind and “plugged in” to her sight and hearing.I wasn’t sure if it would work, considering I couldn’t read Amara’s mind. But I wasn’t actually reading her mind or influencing her. I was just linking our senses. I work in a massage parlor with all women. So we often share our intimate lives. So today we somehow got on the subject of female ejaculation, and squirting. Dicussing info, details, and even our own personal abilities. The conversation quickly turns, as we find out that only two of us can squirt. The two non squirters, now very inquisitive, and wanting to learn more. As we explain the feeling, and how explosive the orgasm is, they are begging for us to teach them how to do it. Within a few. " She shook his hand and giggled a little bit, ready to start her show... We walked back to their table and started ordering a few drinks and playing some games. Bill introduced us to the rest of his "gang" and we got the ball rolling. There was Bill,a bit bigger than me, about 6" maybe 230lbs, not cut or anything, actually a little on the rough chubby side. There was Cindy, his woman, a tough (albeit hot) biker chick wearing leather pants and a nice tight tshirt. She looked like she knew. One other interesting fact they learned that came hand in hand with the development of oil and gas exploration methods, was the drilling for artesian water. Surface water was rather scarce around Roma and very unreliable, so artesian water was heavily relied on. Sometimes it can be found quite near the surface.Dave then drove out to Romaville Winery, just on the outskirts of town. Although it was not yet midday, Dave and Wendy tasted their range of wines in what was advertised as the oldest.