She seemed to pay no heed to this. I was visibly shaking and she didn't care. That was, until, my cock started to react."Don't go all soft on me," she...said, gripping my cock tightly to tell me what she was talking about.I was losing my erection, going from my normal rigidity to floppy in a big hurry.I began to panic.Her voice took on more authority, and I had no idea what signals my face was sending. I just felt my mouth still agape, unable to close. Permanently unhinged."I said don't go. Julia was so determined on that answer that I had to repeat my denial of it several times. She had a fallback theory that I knew Carol was about to start developing the same abilities and I wanted to keep her very close, which I also denied. My only possible answer to most of her questions was that I'd had some very deep insights while I was prisoner. I admitted that they were "special insights", related to my special abilities in some way, but I refused to explain further. One of my comments. She was so drunk. “you want me, don’t you” she slurred. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you’d fuck me if I let you wouldn’t you”? Well there was no answer to that was there, of course I would.I took hold of Angela and walked back to the kitchen. “Have a drink of water Angela” I said. “I don’t want to” she replied, “I’m not drunk – what I want is this” and with that she planted a kiss, smack bang centre on my lips. Her lips were lovely, very kissable, full and still covered in. You three have a good time too?" I asked telling her in an instant that I certainly had, getting a look almost immediately that she heard distinctly what I'd just said in informing her what was already obvious."No ... not really. I wasn't really in the mood myself, though Michelle and Susan sure where. They went at one another like a pair of randy minks," she finished waiting for my reaction."That's too bad ... why not?" I then asked taking a sip of my juice."It's kind of fun, in a way," she.