We spent Saturday afternoon messing around on the farm as teenagers do but after getting the chickens settled for the night and warming up and eating... the meal his mother had left for us we settled down with a large bottle of cider and a couple of girlie magazines. By today’s standard these were tame enough – lots of tits and bums and the occasional view of a hairy bush. The models were very attractive and most were dressed in sexy undies. After a lot of deliberation we decided the shot of a. Even freshly fucked as it was, it was still tight with pussy lips that begged to be sucked and nibbled on. She sported a small red heart tattoo above her left hip and an awesome flat belly with a small jeweled navel piercing the caught the light. At that point I figured the fun was over, but she surprised me with one last treat. As she stood in front of the window she held her pussy open a little - I guess she was trying to cool it off. Although I was at least fifteen feet away from her at this. I then knelt and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and slid them down his legs. The outline of his hard cock was clearly visible against his tight underwear and I ran my hands up his calves and thighs, around and over his tight ass. As my hands came back around to his front, I delicately ran my fingers over the outline of his cock a few times before I leant forward again and gently kissed his shaft through the fabric. He let out a soft moan as my kisses pecked up and down his twitching cock. I. What about the other senses?You're in a room with a small desk and a home computer; there's a wall-sized shelf of books beside you. The air smells of slightly acrid floral perfume, and it's comfortably warm. For some reason you can't move your body.I can see and hear and smell and feel, but I can't move.So that part's working too. You're sharing my senses, but you can't control me. Actually, it's pretty-much entirely the other way around.This is obviously the mortal world, early twenty-first.