Some probably have the talent, but just don't know it. Our culture, after all, does not hold it to be normal to be able to project one's thoughts, eve...n though many people are convinced they can and are willing to tell us about it. Of course, the physicists and chemists haven't measured it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."He was speaking with passion, and he was looking right at her, singling her out. She almost blushed, seeing his eyes boring into her and realizing she might have. There was a man standing by the picnic table, frantically trying to do up his trousers with one hand while in the other he held the lead attached to a medium sized dog.“Did you enjoy the show?” She said, making no effort to cover her nakedness, giving the man a view of her tits hanging down.The man was still trying to do up his trousers, having difficulty controlling the dog as well.“I take it you were enjoying a wank,” she said. “Why don’t you tie that dog to the table and let me see if you’ve. " His voice cracked with the strain. She gripped his arms with hers, and squeezed them tightly."You won't tell your father about this, right?"Michael laughed bitterly. "How about the National Enquirer?" Oh, they would definitely love this," she retorted. "Psycho Mom in Shocking Drano Striptease!" They both laughed."I really need to rinse my face and get upstairs to the shower." She groped blindly for the sink and Michael leaned around and guided her hands to the faucet and eased it up. One at a. “No. When I look around, I don’t see anyone that interests me.” Dale stated. The conversation went on for a while. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to back out. Then, without warning, Carol stood up and asked Dale as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, “Dale, does this interest you?” Dale just stared at Carol and nodded his head. "Show me Dale. Stand up and show me this interests you.” He stood up and continued to stare at Carol. “Show me Dale! Show me your cock. I.