This day, the group had heard of a family that snuck across several months back from Tijuana. The parents worked in a warehouse, which was run by a cr...oked owner who always hired illegals. Several immigrants were hired at once and a few of the laid off American workers approached the group about getting the trespassers, as the group called them, out of the country. The gang did some looking and found out that the couple had taken up in an old farmhouse on the edge of town. Nobody was sure who. "Not everyone likes goodbyes on air," Dad explained at what must havebeen a confused look on my face. I shrugged my shoulders and picked upmy book.---Fifteen minutes later I was trying to finish my book before the lastcall when I felt it. I bolted upright in my chair. I knew immediatelywhat it was, and I felt excitement and trepidation at the same time."What's wrong?" Dad asked immediately. I wasn't going to discuss thiswith him, though."Nothing," I replied as I quickly stood up and headed for. "After all, you were able to pass on the scream to both of us with ease." Why's that important?" I asked."It's just that planting an idea or sound with an uninvolved Spirit is very difficult, if not impossible. After all, for a Spirit to contact another, permission or acceptance is necessary."Slightly embarrassed, I thought, "I knew that." which set her to laughing."Sheesh," I said. "Nothing's private anymore." Not in the least," she countered. "As if it ever was. We can all feel and hear. Colin slid his arms around my torso to hold me against his body. I could feel skin and hair against my back and the hard swell of a cock being rubbed against my ass, too. Things were moving fast, maybe too fast. Still, it was what I had asked for and I was becoming very aroused as things progressed. In front of me, Hank stripped off the hockey jersey he was wearing to bare a broad, well-muscled chest. Then he unzipped his jeans and let them fall. His cock was erect, making a nice tent in his.