I didn't see any. That was the bad news. The cashda could very well have moved out of the area and if they had I was going to be pissed. I started tow...rd the last place I'd seen them but I didn't feel optimistic.Forty-five minutes later I was there but the cashda weren't. I did find some prints though and while they weren't fresh, they had been made since I was here before. It took a few minutes casting about to decide which way I thought they'd gone.There's a lot of difference in trying to. I just want to say at this point that I’m not the stud type. Just an average looking guy, Italian, stocky, and unfortunately quickly approaching the half century mark. My exercise is running around with my kids. I have somewhat of a spare tire that I carry around, slightly thinning black hair. You get the picture. The best trait that I have that I pride myself on this, I work hard at being a nice guy. A caring and considerate person with a somewhat offbeat sense of humor. In the shadows, where. I'll tell you everything. But I have to know one thing first." He shifted slightly, facing me. "How long have you had your mental powers and what sorts of things can you do?"About a hundred years later I noticed that he was grinning. It must have been because my mouth was hanging open."I'm sure it has only been recently given your lack of control. For God's sake boy, you are flailing about an incredible amount psychic energy." Who are you?" I asked."I could say that I'm from the government and. I nervously took hold of his cock closed my eyes and began to wank him imagining it was mine and duplicating the movements and pleasure I would have been giving myself, he said I was doing fine. My hand felt sticky as he oozed precum which I used as a lubricant as I massaged his uncut glans. He asked me if I wanted to taste him, tentatively I moved towards his glistening cock and licked a large pearl of precum from its head. It didn’t taste too bad, a bit rancid compared to mine, feeling.