Both of them were well built, Steve worked out all the time and had the hard body to prove it; Darlene was just naturally slim and trim, with long flo...ing natural blond hair. Steve had a job that allowed him to work from the house and Darlene owned an insurance office and had to work six days a week but was home in the evenings and on Sundays. We had all of our insurance through her company. They seemed like nice enough neighbors, a little stuck up, but quiet and they kept to themselves. One. Shekhar lay on top of me balancing his weight on his elbows. He was still kissing me and his hands were holding my hands spread apart, his fingers entwined between mine. I could feel his hard penis at the entrance of my pussy. It felt hard and was restive against me. My mind and my heart cried out that I had gone far enough. I had allowed another man to do things to me that even my husband did not and that it was not too late to stop. He had still not fucked me. I should stop this very instant. He smiled. He understood. ‘Well because, of course, all human experience is encoded within the brain without the aid of such input. You can, each of you, recall an experience in vivid detail without the use of probes or other external devices simply because experience and memory are in fact a biochemical process, and it’s a phenomenon common to almost all life forms. When you experience something, you do so through the encoding inputs of your eyes, ears, nose and the sensory web embedded in. "Merlin is in his usual place at the dining room table. He has a nice big office with lots of space, but most of the time, he likes to sit out here and do his thinking." He's probably keeping an eye on you, Felicity," I kidded."Hello, Carl. Sit down here," Merlin said, pointing to a chair across from his. "I suppose you're wondering why I called you here. I think you'll be interested in this."He reached down below the table and picked up a small jar of a blue colored substance. It looked a lot.