I can hear it above the dull roar of the room, beating down just beyond the open doors of the auditorium. I think of the first time I saw you. But I a...ways think of the first time I saw you when it rains. We were in high school. It was our lunch period and you were standing with a couple of your friends, just under the shelter of the cafeteria. Your hair, long and dark, clung to you as you spoke to your comrades. I was captured, instantly, and I found that I could not take my eyes off of you.. With us, we have a group consciousness, we are when we are as one, only one mind, though many thoughts.“Would I have to become an energy ball like I saw all of you on Ceti?” Wren asked.No, the voice replied. We have found that, when we are joined like we are, it becomes harder and harder to take a solid form. Many of us, are just now becoming able, for a hour of you time, to achieve this.“So, you’re telling me that I am that important to all of you?” Wren asked.It has become increasingly clear. This is incredible my cock is just bulging in my underwear, I want to walk over and give you a hand fucking your pussy with that big cock like dildo. It feels like my cock is the size of that dildo, I have never been so hard in my whole life. What it's been how long and it feels like my cock is going to rip open my shorts. I don't want to stop watching but I know I must, I've got to make sure this is my room. I check the key holder, it says room 415, and I open the door quietly and peek around. Sometimes she’d wander out of Ryan’s room wearing nothing but one of his shirts. She had nice legs. Other times, she’d be wearing a loose-fitting housecoat. On several occasions the housecoat had fallen open a bit when she was talking to me—enough to expose a soft curve or two. There was even one time when I came home earlier than expected, only to see her in the kitchen, back toward me, wearing nothing but a black thong. I froze and took in her soft pale skin, her gentle hourglass figure, her.