I sat up in my bed, and listened carefully, she was there, in there. It was the most exciting moment, blood rushed towards my pussy and I felt myself ...getting wet again, and as my hand slipped down to soften the intensity, I realised I was still naked. In the darkness my eyes widened, and I looked at the beautiful girl, her moaning was still getting louder, and I recognised she was on the verge of having an orgasm. I put the quilt closer to my face, to disguise my snooping and listened as I. “Oh yeah,” I said. “That could've gone better. We didn't get to the audiobooks, there just wasn't enough time. The illustrations – they're actually pretty cool. I've had a few done, which I really liked overall, some more, some less, but it's generally a cool addition. I just got into trouble when I published those along with the stories. Then it got labelled as 'pornography' and I had to cross my heart and promise that I'll never never ever again do anything so uncouth as this ever again,. My grandma told me that what I was seeing was called auras. Apparently everyone has one and it’s just a reflection of someone’s energy, emotions, personality & moral values. She later taught me how to read them and not be too influenced by other people’s auras. Over the years, she taught me how to control the way I looked at people, so that way I wasn’t just seeing people’s auras 24/7.She was a free spirit and borderline hippy, but she was still like every other grandma that liked to cook &. I gotta run home for a sec.”“Why?”“Today I forgot to bring my most important tool: my crystal ball.”“Maybe I need to trade you in for this year’s model, Kevin. You’re the old model, a broken down comedian.”I guess we really are an “item” now. Denise and I are talking much the same way Mom and Dad would crack their private jokes together. God, do I ever miss them so much!We pulled into the parking lot and wriggled out of our outer clothes in the car, locked them in the trunk, and dashed for the.