"Randall hesitantly opened up his pants and fished out his penis through the opening in his boxers. It seemed the current situation had stimulated his...cock. He was already fully erect."Mmm..." she said. "Looks yummy. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks."She knelt down in front of him and poured the maple syrup, covering, his throbbing erection. Her hand reached over and picked up the two waffles from the plate. She wrapped them around his shaft and stroked it. The warmth made his cock. She would be built like her mother, her breasts rich and full, and high on her chest, her waist long and narrow, her hips full and lush.Already the promise was there in her long, slender body with the subtle curves.Distracted by her loveliness, she abandoned her cunt for awhile, and began to run her hands over her flat belly, with the slight rise in her abdomen.She fingered her belly button, and felt a delicious shiver run through her. Her flesh jumped under her hands as she ran her palms. His brows pulled together. She watched him a while. He was ignoring her on purpose. Part of her wanted to hit him and part of her wanted to hug him and never let go.“You were driving me crazy,” she said eventually, only because she needed his attention.He glanced up.“You do the same,” he said. “All the time.”She’d never known anyone like him and doubted she ever would. There was something. Some perfect blend of lust and love that made her feel perpetually content and yet thrillingly on edge.. Something which had a physical shape to it. Then I realized there was not one, but many different feeling shapes, almost like...“Symbols! It’s shouting symbols at me!” I exclaimed excitedly.“Can you see them?”“No, more like I can feel them. Feel their shapes. They’re not like anything I’ve ever seen written either.”“No, you wouldn’t have. There are people with the gift who can also see streams of symbols within people’s minds and can manipulate them using their gift. I’ve seen drawings of a few.