Davenport asked.I eyed him closely. "I guess you, and possibly Mr. Jones, are the only ones here who don't know. Have you ever wondered what someone e...se was feeling?" Of course I have. Everyone wonders from time to time." I don't have to wonder. I can find out any time I want to." Empathy? You're an empath?" he asked, amazed."Worse than that... I'm a projective empath. Not only can I tell what you're feeling, I can let you know what I'm feeling. If I chose to, I can show you what someone else. .damn!" she said"Your Mom told me, I stayed to say hello to you." he said. Trevor felt the warmth of Sara's hug wash over him. As her body pressed against his he could feel her tight and toned figure under her clothes and his libido began to scream at him. "Shut up!" Trevor said to himself. "You've always had a thing for Wallace's Mom....admit it she still looks good. She's begging for it and doesn't even know it!" "Yeah but what about Sara, I can't fuck her Mother while she's here." "Then do. “Nah,” I replied, “I think you look fine.”She pulled her shirt up, exposing her abdomen.“I need to lose about ten pounds,” she shot back, patting her bare stomach.I slipped my arm across the console and on to her stomach.“No,” I argued back, circling my hand on her flat tummy, “Everything looks and feels fine to me.”She silently unfastened the buttons on her shirt, allowing it to part, exposing her gorgeous breasts tucked into her 38 d cup brassiere.“My ex said I had a titty-dancer body,” she. I could feel zaks eyes on my arse as my bright red thong was sure to be on display, I put the cup onto the counter would you like one? I ask, knowing I would have to bend down aigen zak nodded. this time when I bent down I felt zak move close behind me getting a better look, I felt his hand on my waiste and took a little longer than nessersry before handing him the second cup. What can we drink? I ask him, Turing round so we were face to face only cms between us. Milk? he offered. Already.