I had to confront what I had done.I took my bike to Dan’s house. No cars in the driveway which was a good sign. I knocked on the door and he opened ...t.“Oh, hey Charlie!” I had allowed him to start calling me Charlie. An affectation that I only tolerated from family and Sarah.“Hey Daniel,” I used his long name when I was trying to be cute.I walked and hugged him, tears already fighting their way to my eyes.“Just… just shut up okay. Just whatever happens just shut up, okay. Promise me!”Dan just. Rachel cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. My tongue, lapping at her juices flowing from her pussy. And then she pushed me away as I fell backwards onto the floor.My cock throbbed on my belly; precum oozing from the tip. I looked up at Rachel and she nodded approval before walking away from me. I quickly wrapped my right hand around my cock and quickly jerked. It only took a few strokes before cum shot onto my chest between my nipples. I stroked a few more times before I knew. In about two weeks it was all but forgotten about onthe news, who cares about some nobody kid in some small town, was thegeneral attitude of the public these days.I do, but what can I do?I can meld minds with other people and just go along for the ride, or Ican control them either a little...or completely, but...I have only done itto people I know; just for the record, no one knows I can do this.Can you imagine what the government would do to me if they ever foundout? I would be locked up in. Her English was great and she was very patient with our French. You and she became friends very quickly, each learning from the other. It was kind of strange though, at 44, she’d never been married and wasn’t involved in a relationship that we knew of, not that she wasn’t attractive. She was beautiful and overly sexy in a very French way. Collette had a very petite figure with a set of those perfectly shaped breasts, topped with nipples that always seemed to be erect and begged to be sucked on..