They need you for moral support; they need to know you are with them in this crisis, help them to remain calm and rational. I know the big screen help...s, but maybe you can get them all to do exercises or teach them the thing where you just move slowly and then fast in that kind of dance thing you do. I think that would help them. You might try it tomorrow. We all love you and miss you terribly. And when we get back home, you will have to sleep late every morning for a while.”“Thank you Marlit, I. Perhaps, I might find out, later.About halfway through our dinner Jen came back to check on us. “How did you like the oysters, Michael? You were an oyster virgin before tonight, I assume.”“They were saltier than I expected. Is that natural or added by the cook?” I asked.“It’s all part of the experience, lo ... Michael. Some are saltier; some are sweet, buttery sometimes even metallic. The really nice restaurants have firmer ones than ours,” she said.“I like firmer, you should know that, Jen,” I. Finally I got to the point where I could hold off no longer. My head fellfrom Mummy's breast as I cried out. Thrusting my lower body upward inuncontrollable spasms, my sissy clit seemed to grow thicker before spurtingout volley after volley of hot sissy juice to such heights. Thankfully Ididn't have my lovely silk nightgown on; it would have been soaked in sweetsissy cream.Lying across Mummy completely spent and exhausted, but still able to smileto her. I watched as her fingers uplifted some of. If some sand DID get into eitheryour vagina or rectum, there could be problems. So I want to keep you on aweekly follow up, for two months."Sara had a big smile and a very sexy look in her eyes and then burst out into loud laughter. She gave me a punch on my shoulder. She said, "Okay, Doctor, the last thing I need right now is a sand infectionin my pussy or butthole."She was testing me and teasing me at the same time. Testing me to see if I wouldnotice her using street words as I did and if I.