It was fun."How about you girls? Do you talk about fucking boys?"Pam and Annie exchanged looks. "You mean us ... or all the girls?" All the girls. I k...now they talk about boys..." Nope, they never talk about fucking." Oh." Johnny was disappointed. He had hoped that he wouldn't feel so strange about thinking so much about what sex might be like.Then he caught the nuance."They don't ... does that mean you two do?" Sorta..." What's 'sort of' mean?" Now Johnny felt he was kind of equal here."We do. She had a beautiful smile. She kissedme and pushed me down. She laid towels across the floor and got ready. My cockwas taken into her as I moved her hands up to feel her armsshe flexed as she rode me up and down. My entire cock was buried in her tightwhole"Feel those biceps. You like it baby." She said"Yes" Can you handle it baby." Yes bring it" You sure because I going to fuck you hard" Oh shit" Ohhh yea" She said grinding into meHer pussy was now dripping wetness down on my cock. She squeezed. I'd come on strong, and he'd spill the goods, and life would be sweet for all concerned, especially yours truly. So I let her pull me along toward the back of the bar."Pleasssse... pppplllleeeesssseee!!!!"Quickly, we were standing in front of a door marked with a gold star, underneath of which was a neatly lettered sign announcing "Dr. Mesmer - Magician of the Mind!" Thelma knocked twice, paused, and then knocked three times... apparently a pre-arranged signal between herself and the good. Areas that control common functions were analogous to the living room or dining room. Personal things like memories were kept in the upstairs rooms.All I had to do was strap on the device and it projected my thoughts into a subject's mind, just as if I was a visitor in their house. A burglar might be a more fitting description. Brantwell wrote that he had the most success entering other people's minds through the "basement" of their minds, working his way up the stairs and into their higher.