Kiss Bob with Shannon's lips

Your head feels funny from the **** or maybe from being in Shannon. You feel an unseen **** pulling Shannon’s head forward, toward Bob’s face. You can’t muster the willpower to resist it.

Bob takes a breath, and leans forward to press his lips against Shannon’s. You think about pulling away, but Shannon won’t budge. You let go of Bob’s arm, but he’s still kissing Shannon. Finally, you manage to break free, separating Shannon’s mouth from Bob's.

You lean back in your stool in a state of shock. That wasn’t your doing, not entirely. Something in Shannon moved you. And it felt good. Bob’s lips against Shannon’s, the taste of **** on his mouth, his breath on her cheek - you can feel Shannon’s excitement, her pleasure. Her body is tingling, her face is hot, and her heart is racing.

At what point does your control end and Shannon’s impulse begin? How much are you just along for the ride? You certainly seem capable of speaking your mind, walking around, and even slapping your - Shannon’s - own ass. But Shannon gets to decide when you kiss a man?

Bob is just giving Shannon a blank stare. No, Shannon isn't making decisions. You pulled away, even though Shannon's body wanted it. Still does, and you're holding her back. You can control her, she just caught you off guard that time.

“Um, sorry, was that too much, Shannon?” Bob asks. You feel Shannon’s heartbeat speed up in your - her - chest. The tingle between her smooth thighs is undeniable. She's horny.