And she snapped upright, hands clawing forwards in a belated effort tofight the force unleashed on her. Her head whipped back, hair lashingagainst the... wall behind her, her back arching with the power of thechange, before she slumped forwards, lying prone on the bed.***The black was a kind place. No guilt, no fear, no feeling of any sort.But as soon as she knew what the blackness was, she had separatedherself from it, and the more she tried to claw her way back to it, themore she came back to. "With me, on me, in me, whatever, she thought. "That'd be fine," she said grabbing her keys and heading for the door.Someone without Ken's abilities would have missed her arousal, but her scent gave it away to him. As did her thoughts. Her top was thick enough to hide her nipples but her small, brown buds were stiff with excitement. She hadn't felt this way in years!The drive was pleasant. Joan had a nice new Lexus and Ken did everything he could to keep out of her head. He wasn't sure what. He said that remembering this now was making him hard and I told him I was touching myself as i had already felt him moving his hips about and getting excited. I asked if Dorothy ,his then girl , noticed his orgasm and he said he thought she did as she had kissed him hard as he came. Apparently , he said that he thought that she had felt the damp patch on his pants and smiled. I wondered if her panties had got a bit moist after she knew that he had come lying on top of her. It’s nice to think. I shook it, still puzzled.“Er, pleased to meet you, Izzy. I’m Jack,” I replied.“Yeah, I know. Lupe told me all about you,” Izzy giggled, “I mean, everything. You know?”“Erm, I see,” I continued, smiling, “Well, I’m not quite sure what to say.”Izzy hadn’t noticed, but wet patches were forming on her blouse, from when she had briefly gotten caught in the rain at the uncovered section of the veranda. But I certainly had noticed. The blouse material was becoming transparent, and I was getting to.