After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was ...causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood. Busch said, "Something like that. Step into the tube please anddrink some juice."I did as I was asked, then was told to strip off all my clothing. I didthat and the tube door was closed. Pink fluid filled the tube. I couldbreath even though I was totally covered by this fluid. I found laterit was the Fem Potion. I fell asleep. I awoke 24 hours later. I was ina bed covered with a sheet and wearing a simple sleep shirt. A sleepshirt is an oversized T Shirt that some people wear to bed. I went. It was a bachelors,’ Zac answered. ‘Aren’t you a bit old to have just graduated with a bachelors?’ Hanna asked. Zac’s response was a bit curt. ‘I’m 31. I lost a decade in a Paris prison. It’s a long story.’ ‘We’ve got time,’ Hanna insisted. Elan put her hand on Zac’s wrist and came to his defense. ‘It’s actually a bit romantic if you hear the whole story.’ She turned to her husband, ‘Tell them everything, especially how we met.’ ‘OK,’ Zac sighed. ‘I was 18 and participating in an anti-Israel. .Mmm...I pour the oil between your lovely breasts, a thin stream from your throat to your pussy. You giggle just a breath; it's cool, and tickles. But then I begin to smooth it over you, my hands so gentle, so knowing. I want you bare, bare and gleaming, and soon - well. You will know. I squeeze your nipples with my slick fingers, I shape and knead your tender little breasts, I stroke and slide my hands over your belly, your hips, your sweet shoulders, your achingly bare and deep-split pussy.