She was encouraged, however, when Sandi smiled at her warmly, and said:‘Honey, we’ve seen folk with exactly this problem before – it’s the pre...sure, we know, and until you relax, you won’t do yourself justice and be happy with what’s being laid down.’Darya nodded: it was true enough, and she knew it well – in fact, a large part of her frustration and growing anger was the failure of her attempts to settle herself down. It didn’t help, of course, that she had no special relationship in her. ’ And my fingers curl onto your shirt." My middle finger pressed hard onto my swollen clit.“I inhale your scent. Soaking your wholesomeness deep into my core I look into your eyes. I bite my Iip and kiss the tip of your nose with a sigh. Rules…”“I lay my forehead on your chest, snuggling closer and whisper, ‘Thank you.’ before I give it a light kiss. I lay here and selfishly enjoy the attention and warmth.” I closed my eyes feeling the first wave of guilt, but my fingers never stopped. Using my abilities, I was able to go into my own head and examine the structure of my brain - and carefully went about modifying it: teaching my brain to grow more dendrites, increasing the number of junctions (and reducing the space between them) and potential pathways in my brain.As the days went by, I could FEEL myself changing, mentally - and even physically. Things that I used to have to think about were coming to me more quickly, and with less effort. I noticed my reflexes were improving. Before I had time to even think or maybe it was the beer talking I told him, "You have some pretty nice looking equipment yourself! Why don't you grab a beer out of my cooler?" Fred got up and I watched his every move as he went over to the cooler and returned. His shaft was beginning to harden. The head of his cock had a glow to it. He was actually flaunting himself to me. I realized that I was enjoying it and also found myself not hiding the fact that I was watching it. Fred sat down.