As the afternoon wore on, I was beginning to get concerned. None of the ads were giving me that 'twinge' I was looking for. I mean, I was aroused, and... had every intention of having some cock again tonight, but I didn't have any really good prospects yet, and nowhere to do it.Nowhere to do it...I just thought of something Ben has that I need.'You there?' I texted to Ben.'OMG yes!' he replied a minute or so later.'Are you alone?''No... Brad and Eric are here.''Oh... I wanted to talk to you about. I wasn’t even aware of it, my unmoving, unseeing, unthinking trance. I felt a presence, a welcome and comforting presence. Ma was standing in front of me. The others were merely watching, but I didn’t see them, not Bo, and not Uno, just Ma. She looked into my eyes, deeply, with an understanding and consideration that she had somehow been able to do since we connected under that bear hide after saving her pup, Ram.Tears came to my eyes and dropped to my cheeks, running down to my chin. Her. I went to her house, this monsoon as I was just back from middle east for vacations. She invited me cordially and showed me her beautiful mansion. She was wearing a nightie, which looked good on her body, stiff and curvy. My grandma was the only person in the house besides her, and he had a little chat of wisdom with me. Later she went off to sleep, my aunt served me lunch and we started the whole conversation, which lasted for about one hour.While in conversation, she noticed some reddish. ”“You are the apprentice that does the gemstones.” Peter Gill said, speaking out loud for the first time. There was surprise in his voice, as if this bit of info filled in some blanks for him. “I heard about you, filling a twenty-Joule stone in a day when most would take a month or more to do the same.”Into the silence, David Drummond cleared his throat and spoke.“I have a theory,” he said, humor in his voice. “He lived for years, playing, swimming, and sleeping right on top of a point where a.