Then I backtracked and stood in the doorway, calling his name with increasing amounts of volume until he finally turned around."Holy shit," he breathe..., blinking twice at the sight of me standing in the doorway in my outfit. Then he said, "No, not you guys. Sorry, hit the button at the wrong time. I'll, uh, I'll be right back." He took off the headset so that he could turn his chair completely around to face me."So, I didn't go to strings practice tonight," I said, a bit unnecessarily. "Do you. I think a certain amount of "data osmosis" -- memory leakage or maybe something analogous, takes place in a Znosko-Borowski Somatic Transfer. Yes, there actually is such a thing, and it even has a scientific-sounding label. Apparently it was an accidental byproduct of a super-secret Soviet psychic research project in the late '60s. (I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osmosed, or memory. .."Les' hand stilled on Roberta's ripe, round ass and Amy knew the night's show was over. Returning to the lonely bed, her pussy aching for more, she knew there'd be plenty of reruns on the insides of her eyelids before she slept."Sleep well, Sis?" Les asked.The three of them sat at the breakfast table. Amy was still wearing the pajamas. She enjoyed her brother's furtive glances."Mostly. Something woke me up last night--"Les blushed, then paled."--but I didn't have any trouble getting back to. She hesitated quite a bit, so I nuzzled her neck trying to get her to loosen up. Finally she gave up her resistance."No, you're right. I've never done it before. I'm sorry. I'm willing to learn, though. I'll try really hard and learn how to do it really well." Look, I don't mind inexperience. I mean, only 3 weeks ago I had never tried anything myself. But what I like in girls and women is honesty. I want to know what you think, what you like, and what you're interested in." I'm interested in.