L: (Laughing) okay, okay. This old lady who lived in the apartment above me passed away two weeks ago. I mean she was decomposing, ugh! In the place w...hen she was discovered.R: My god! How long... ?L: Maybe five days. The super got nosy thank goodness and checked on her. Well, actually her relatives had been calling her and contacted him. Anyway, poor Bootsie was almost dead from dehydration. I had gone upstairs to see what all the excitement was about and grabbed him from a policeman and raced. Take it you bitch, take your plug. You can't getfucked until you take this... just another big push and it'll slide in."Marcia closed her eyes and pushed back, she felt her ass twitch around theribbed monster and then relent. Her asshole contracted wildly as the thinpart of the plug settled into place. She thought she had felt full when shesat on the shampoo bottle, but this was completely different. The bottle hadbeen smooth and round, this thing up her ass was ribbed and it seemed to. But, and this is where it’s important to see the distinction, I knew that feeling was yours, that it was coming from you. I feel whatever people around me feel, just as if the feeling originated in me. But having been subjected to this my whole life, I know instinctively when an emotion is mine or someone else’s. Sometimes, people who are naturally empathetic, will then sense what I’m feeling. Kind of like ping pong, you know? Feeling starts with you, hits me and feels the same, then bounces. I kneeled by the side of her face and cupping her head pulled her head into my lap. Her mouth playfully gummed at the front of my boxers at my cock, as it stood tall."Nibble on it," I told her and she playfully bit on my engorged member. Her mouth drooled on my boxers and they clung to my shaft. "That's it," I added as I watched her bury her pretty face in my crotch. Her left hand playfully slithered up my right leg and under the fabric there."Just use your mouth," I told her and she pulled her.