You are seeing them. Even if they are seeing you, you are behaving no differently than they are. Having fun on a summer evening in the Rocky Mountains...is hardly bad behavior. They’re not judging you. Neither am I. ‘ She looked away again. ‘I’ve had enough of dancing.’ She pulled her sweater tight and headed out of the tent towards the hotel. I watched the crowd for a minute or so, and decided to head back as well. *** Her pace was slower than it had been on the hike, and I caught up with her. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in themachine, and I don't think I ever did anything that helped another person.Boy, is that changed now.My job is like this. I get sent to a person who is in trouble. I can see,hear, and feel what they do, and I can access their memories so I figureout what's going on.But I don't control them. All I can do is offer ideas, like the littleangel on your shoulder.My first case was a nineteen year old latino kid who about to do a dragshow.My next case was forty year old. I tried to remove her pajama but she held her legs close , so io tore he body clothes , her kurti n pajama in pieces .i tore her bra n panty n i placed her on floor , got over her .as i spreaded her legs and inserted my dick in she started to weep .i removed her hands From her face n tried to suck her lips , she had her eyes closed .n i knocked her up wildly biting her lip .n Went away .we didn’t talked or faced each other whole day , in night she came to my room n told me “beta , mujhe maaf. Suddenly she slammed down the receiver, wiped her crotch with the blanket and hopped off the bed. “I gotta go, Brandy is having her baby!”. I watched as she s**ttered around the bed to gather whatever she could find to wear. Knowing she was leaving me hanging literally I appreciated it when she tugged on my cock and gave it a kiss on the head before leaving the room still topless. I gathered up my things and began to get dressed. A few seconds later I followed her outside and she was already in.