‘Rickie…. I want you… need you in me.’ She unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor along with her white panties. Her top came off, leavi...ng her stark naked. He admired the symmetry of her waist and hips. She took one of his hand and led it down between her legs. He felt the heat from her thighs as he went for her pussy. He felt her warm flesh with his fingers and loved it when she winced to his touch. He felt her pussy moisten and dug deeper with his three middle fingers. She cried out.. I thought he'd open his eyes, but he didn't, not for a few more seconds."There," he said. "All better." Amazing!" Amazing is the ideal word for what you do. Do you know other telepaths?"I chuckled. "I know some phonies who think they're telepaths, but none of them can even approach what I do - or you. They formed a club of sorts, and curious and wanting to meet others with my unusual ability, I attended a meeting using a fictitious name and address. When I realized there wasn't a true telepath. ‘Time to see if we can get into Es Paradis or Eden!’ declared Devon. So they moved off towards the two clubs. Situated opposite one another, one, Es Paradis, represented legendary Ibiza. It was famous for its Fiesta del Agua, where the dance floor was flooded and turned into a water party. Eden, on the other hand, represented the New Wave in San Antonio. Eden alone of the major clubs had a dress policy, tops to be worn, no football shirts etc. Its music mix was more cutting edge than that. Gregor was acting true to form; he loved money and what he could do with it. The man missed his father's own manor and wealth. It was easy for both to gauge that even half of the contents of that brocaded jacket were the undeniable ticket to reclaiming a manor born position."We aren't going to get rich on a soldier's salary, Stefan," Gregor continued. "We won't even be able to retire when our commission is complete. This is our gift of the gods!"Stefan rubbed his toe in the dirt floor of the.