As soon as I got home, I showered, dressed and made a few calls, with John being the first on my list. I sat there listening to his line ringing in my...ear until his voice mail picked up. I didn't bother leaving a message. But, anxiety had built up inside of me and I was relieved that he didn't answer, I don't think I would have known what to say anyway. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, when I heard a knock at the door. I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole.. "No...intrusions? Invasions? Psychic storms?" ..... er. no?" Hmm... yes, very clever. I think I understand what happened now." What?" The body you inhabit is owned by a particularly wealthy witch, it wasreported stolen a week or so ago. The criminal realized ve needed tohide, found a parallel with a very low cultural and language deviance,but otherwise nearly perfectly mundane.." He shakes his head, "I don'tunderstand how people in such parallels don't die of boredom... butanyway, ve must. Her hands were caressing the inner side of her hips and her bosom. It was time for another orgasm. She was tossing her head from side to side, moaning. Then she looked at me. I closed my eyes tight and mumbled something, as if sleeping. I didn’t want to interfere with her fun. Prakash tuned to the side, caressing her leg. His hand was sliding down closer to her vagina. Mala came in less than a minute, but the orgasm wasn’t as strong as the previous one. She wanted to add more lust to her. Not right away. Hell, I don’t do anything all day. What do I have to rest from? Lights go out and I read. They want to give me drugs so I’ll go to sleep. I have my own method. I load up some story about teens having sex for the first time and stroke myself up. It takes a while these days. It helps if it’s a really good story. Most of the time, I still manage to make it to orgasm, but my comes are pretty weak. Half the time, nothing comes out. After I wipe myself up, I head for the bathroom and.