While taking my cock out to pee, I noticed it was wet, not just at the tip but all along my shaft. It wasn’t water but a slippery substance that was...a bit sticky to my touch. Oh my God, it felt like a woman’s pussy juices after she had an orgasm. How in the world was that on my cock, I wondered. All the way home I was thinking about how my cock could have become wet. Finally I decided that I wasn’t having dreams but instead Pam was having sex with me while I was out from the gas. I had to find. " They all made her feel pretty, accepted and disgusted that they couldthink all these things. Then it hit her that she was hearing theirthoughts. She only just realized that the sounds of the music and thedin of conversation was gone. Even the sound of her chewing was notthere. She put her fork down and found her glass as if she could seetook a sip of the wine and then faced the wizard."I think I have had enough. They are all giving me a headache." Shethought at him."That is to be. (Yeah, if the piece of jigsaw puzzle had shown where we were already living, I would have taken the hint and stuck it out. I’m not sure what I would have done if I’d picked out Alaska, Washington D.C., or the swamplands of Louisiana; probably laughed at Hazel winding me up and asked her to try again, and choose somewhere that she knew wasn’t on my ‘never in a million years will I live there’ list. Given no other choice, I’d go for the snakes and alligators of Louisiana over those in D.C. any. But he quickly relaxed once I sucked on his thumb for a few moments, then pushed my tongue into his mouth while caressing his nice bulge. I noticed he had brought a lap top and asked him why. He said the photos I'd sent were on it, and indeed they were. I suggested he could look at them, especially close ups of my wet tongue, as I pleasured him. He thought that sounded like a very kinky idea. And he reminded me to put on my blindfold, which I'd brought.He laid back with the laptop at his side,.