So, anyway, what I wanted to explain to you is that Spirits don't actually talk to each other like the living do. Well, not exactly. It's more like th...ought transference. You know, like reading another's thoughts and hearing them in your brain or being able to send your thoughts to another so they can hear you.OK, non-believer. I know I don't have a brain. I know mine was nicely spattered around my living room. Well at least some of it was.But Spirits do have a center of thought. It's hard to. “It’s my turn now. I want a blow job.” “Okay.” John stood up and took his clothes off. He stood in the middle of the room while Cara got on her knees. “Play with my dick and get me hard.” “Okay.” Cara moved her fingers up and down John’s dick. “Wrap your mouth around it now. Take as much down your throat as you can stand.” Cara wrapped her mouth around his cock and took as much as she could stuff down her throat. She held his balls and sucked his cock. Deeper and deeper she went. John had. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something about it but wasn't at all sure what. Sharon was so bossy!He quietly got on with some work, made and drank a cup of coffee on his own mid-morning and got no further with deciding how to handle Sharon.At midday Sharon actually knocked on his. Those disgusting men! How could she live with such jealousy?"Cooee!" Ana heard, but ignored."Hey, Ana!" came the call again, to which this time she felt obliged to respond. The source of the cry was Zabba who was sitting in a café with another girl Ana had never seen before. Zabba was dressed in a leather jacket and looked much more like a boy than a girl. Her companion was a slim girl with a short bob, wearing a tee-shirt and a floral skirt. The two of them were smoking cigarettes and had cups.