I pulled on an exam glove and lubed the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand. Using the same procedure as the doctor, I quickly jammed my mid...dle finger all the way into his anus. He reacted as I always do: a clenching of the anal sphincter and a jolt of intense feeling deep inside. I could feel the reaction as well as hear the moan of pleasure which we men never utter in that kind of professional setting at the Doctor’s office. To maintain control, I once again took his testicles. "It was not the Gods who took the Vessel," he croaked in a voice hoarse from disuse. "It was the People of the Air who took it." Who are you and why did you not tell us of this?" Jeffery roared. "To touch the Sacred Vessel is blasphemy most foul." I am called Alaric the Hermit," was the reply. "I live yonder in my cave. I heard the noise and ventured as close as I dared as I did not wish to be seen. The Air People lifted the Sacred Vessel from it's resting place and took it with them.As to why. Two, three and even four of Norman Bates, his mother Norma, Marion Crane, the sheriff and highway patrol officers, even the hardware store customer. Clearly they were into the booze, and apparently for some time. Jimmy had done a good job. Every few minutes the lights would dim and a ghostly voice would spout some dialogue from the film. The characters for that part would parade in front of the bar and people would clap for their choice of the most authentic. Every once in a while the lights. Daydreams were a funny thing, she thought, as she imagined she was the woman beneath the tree. In her daydream, her lover had come up over the hillside and was now holding her against him, his lips warm on her neck. She felt him urgently hard against her ass, his hands sweeping upward to grasp her breasts. Then all of a sudden she realized it felt too real, way too real for a daydream. She opened her eyes and looked down to see male hands covering her breasts. She felt warm, wet lips against.