..- I'm hungry.Oh hush stomach. I've got a job to do.Hey, eyes. What's going on? You see anything of a nice hard cock around? That's my favorite.- No,...no cocks that I can see.Hmm, I'ts getting hard to think here. Why is everything so damn wet?Hey Bartholean?Barthline?Barty?Hell I can never remember your name... You, the one making it so wet around here.- You talking to me? It's Bartholin, but you can just call me Barth. But, let me aloneWhy you got things this wet and sticky?- Don't blame me. I. He felt extremely dirty after each probe into someone's mind.Vonda was different. She lived a simple life. Had a job she went to on a daily basis. Never intruded unless she felt extreme distress from someone. Was always helpful. He had read the memories of her early life in her mind and her discovery of this ability. For a while she had thought she was going insane. He sympathized with her. It started around the time she hit puberty. To have this ability come out with all the other angst that. On that night we slept in the wedding hall itself. Since there were less rooms, we had to adjust. All cousins slept on one side of the room and aunties slept on the other side. I was on the cousins’ corner and Disha’s mom was next to me. Disha was on the other side of her mom. We cousins were talking and having fun while all the aunties were tired and wanted to sleep. Disha felt she was missing out and she asked her mom to sleep that side so that she can talk with us and sleep. So now Disha was. As soon as we were inside my front door we stripped each other naked then I lifted her up with my hands under her bum cheeks, sat her on a small table near the front door, and plunged into her. I was aroused by everything that had happened during the evening: our discussions about sex, her beauty, the dinner gazing across the moonlit harbour, her nudity, her impatience to be fucked. Consequently I was not surprised, although I was disappointed, when I knew that I was about to cum almost as soon.