But then I felt the other thoughts, the one I had imagined. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her arse as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself. Ok XXX Her pussy gripped my dick and my finger reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I’d felt before. But this detachment I’d been feeling recently was in part from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the girl had an appetite. I zipped up, and pulled away all of my imagined broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. I was broadcasting thoughts! The architecture in my mind was different now though- the changes I had made were there to stay, it seemed.
