Amy’s sweet tits were clear enough: they were fulsome, fleshy and friendly; nothing shadowy about them. “Mmm…mmm baby…oh” got in Murray betw...en mouthfuls of taut yet yielding nipple. He couldn’t get enough of their fleshy sweetness… cherries and vanilla cream…scoop after generous scoop like a soft serve ice-cream machine that was on auto…it just keeps on supplying endless tasty morsels of creamier ,smoother and the lightest whipped white delight possible…. so softee , so creemee…so please cream. I nodded, but grudgingly. Yeah, her parents might draw the line at me staying when they were there. But I was still a little jealous."Oh, Yoko called. We all have awful diseases and should be dead by now," Shari said with a smile.I took her in my arms."Then let's fuck everything we can get our hands on!" I said.Shari moaned."You just might get the chance," she said with a sexy, secretive smile.We helped Shari's parents get ready to go. Her dad pulled me aside when we were in the garage."Shari. But having been subjected to this my whole life, I know instinctively when an emotion is mine or someone else’s. Sometimes, people who are naturally empathetic, will then sense what I’m feeling. Kind of like ping pong, you know? Feeling starts with you, hits me and feels the same, then bounces back to you. Only you don’t know that what you’re sensing from me is actually a mirrored reflection of what originated in you. You think I’m feeling the same way. Get it?’ ‘Yes, this does make perfect. Academically, things got easier for me as I had that pesky foreign language out of the way and did not need to spend hours in the language lab listening to the drone of French and having to attempt to repeat it into a microphone to be evaluated by someone sitting in a booth monitoring our progress. Yes, I knew Vietnam had been a French colony until they lost it during the Indochina War they lost. And, there were parts of Vietnam where French was still being spoken but I doubted I would be.