He gets enjoyment from being a witness.” “There can be fun in both of those things; I should know. Sarah has taught me that. I was always a bit of... a voyeur before she introduced me to the pleasures of exhibitionism. Now I’m happy with both worlds. I still love to watch but there is an undeniable thrill in putting yourself out there. Especially when you don’t know who is going to see or what their reaction is going to be.” Sarah moved over next to me and grabbed hold of my cock through my pants.. He’d tug, and I’d feel a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little part of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one more pull that didn’t quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of high pressure puppy seed. Communicating among myselves was a richer, more complex, more interesting process than it had been before the latest merge. For example, we could generate ideas quicker than we had before, sometimes even without all of my minds participating. Previously if something was happening that kept one mind busy (something tricky at school say), the other mind was effectively on its own. Now something that kept one mind busy still left three to do other things.So a new mental structure became possible:. He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from his cart and repeated, “You’re going to get wet if you stay here.” I backed my cart up and stopped. “How about here?” I inquired. He shook his head back and forth. I crooked a lone finger and motioned for him to step over to where I was seated on the cart. He looked around and then stepped over to the cart where I sat, my legs spread. I put a lone finger over my pursed lips and shushed him. As I did, I pulled my skirt higher and rubbed my.