Her beautiful, sexy body was pressed greatly to the inside of her dress. She looked amazing, wearing make up and everything, she's normally so plain, ...but even then she looked amazing. Now, she just looks fantastic. I led her down the steps into my car and on we went to the 45 minute drive to the restaurant. "You look really good Coby," she commented. "You look a lot better." "You know what you should do? You should pull over, that's what you should do." she smiled."Pull over? For what, we'll be. During the realistic r****g I looked across to one of my viewing companions, the lone male in a room of three couples, and I noted he was showing signs of discomfort, not of the ****, as the bulge in his pants showed, but the need to be part of the act and take his allotted turn. The other two females watched, neither saying anything, each lost in their own fantasy, as the forceful taking struck to the core of womanhood.Each figure in the room was illuminated by the reflection from the screen,. Imagine then, the temptation, the desire, the demand ... to part that veil. And yet, the mere parting of it tears the veil forever.What telepaths do is rape. The rape of the mind.There's a darkness in the mind. There's a place no telepath ever goes. It's down deep, the utter bottom of where life occurs. Martine had warned me many times to stay away from the black pit that lives in the depths of every mind.Telepaths lose themselves in that darkness, the veil, the barrier between you and I is. ’ ‘What do you mean made love? Neither one of you has a penis. You can’t make love. That’s ridiculous.’ As soon as I said it, I felt like the fool. I knew what she meant, but I just couldn’t handle the rejection. She looked up at me with a smirk on her face and rolled her eyes. ‘We made out, felt one another up, sucked each other’s tits, fingered one another and had oral sex until we climaxed with unbelievable and incredible orgasms. Then, we held one another and I would have stayed with her,.