Your thighs glisten.You plant your foot firmly back on the floor, seductively walk back around the table and position yourself between my knees.You kn...el. Your arms rise and your elbows rest on my thighs. Your right hand holds the imposing cock that just moments ago filled your pussy.I stop stroking and wonder what’s in store.“Don’t stop, baby,” you command. “That cock – my cock – needs to stay very, very hard.”I resume, though very slowly.“Mmm.” You watch my hand. I can feel your breath on the. I then waited for her response to my question."No, Daddy!" Dylan said emphatically. "No, I'm totally up for this. I wanted it." I was really glad to hear that, for a variety of reasons. "It's just, Daddy, I'm not Amber." I waited for more. "I love her, you know, so much. She's like my sister. And so, so much more. But, I don't have a body like hers. I'm not so, I don't know, 'slutty' like her." I thought of the Truth or Dare game we had played earlier and how many guys Dylan admitted to making. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He thrust once inside my wet cunt and then he pulled out. I begged him to not answer, but he pulled out and grabbed the phone. He left the bedroom, leaving me helpless…I could hear him telling someone that he was busy now. Then he hung up and I heard him coming back to the bed.I wanted to know who he had been talking to, but he ignored my questions. He started to lick me again from behind, until I was soaking wet and on the edge of having my first orgasm…All of a. . well, my mind. I will admit that I’m getting used to hearing things in my mind rather than with my ears. I’d always assumed that if there were Spirits, they could see and hear everything that went on in the living world but somehow I haven’t learned how to turn on that latter skill.Seeing things was something I just was able to do. I didn’t have to think about it. It was just there and I rapidly figured out -- learned -- how to handle and enable it. You know, the X-Ray ability to peel things.