I didn’t go into any details of near death, injuries, being saved by a mysterious stranger, my healing, or the trek taking a week and a half to civi...lization. They were happy for me and what I was experiencing and the life I was making for myself at the resort. They asked details of the resort, a****ls, activities. I saw the look being shared back and forth between them and assumed what the issue was. This sounded like something they would treasure. Not just because of the a****ls, but the. "The choice is critical," mused Stan. "How do we approach them after picking our targets?" First things first," said Jan, "there are several possibilities, but we all have to agree." How about Carol and Tom Akers?" suggested Stan. "She's a flirt and Tom would jump off the Eiffel Tower if she asked him." Nah," said Sandy, "he's too much of a wimp and I think Carol is all talk and no play." Look who's talking, Sandy. Back in September I'd have given a thousand to one odds that this conversation. As nice and all as that was, I never felt that mind blowing orgasm you read about, no matter who I was fucking or getting fucked by. I wanted that toe curling screaming to God in cunt gushing bliss of an orgasm. As close as I’ve ever came to it is when I would three finger my pussy, hitting my G-spot, but it was not quite the same. After a time I got bored with it all, thinking that I had done it all, experienced it all, and stopped having sex completely. I even stopped dating, much to the. ”“Dependencies?” Jehanna asked, frowning in confusion.“Some parts of the connection are dependent on another aspect of it,” John patiently explained. “I wanted to keep the ability to draw psychic power from each of you, but remove the possibility of tapping so much energy you could be turned into a husk. Unfortunately, both aspects are dependent on the way a connection is ‘anchored’ to a thrall, so if I removed the anchor point to get rid of husking, I’d break the entire connection.”Dana.