The sensation wasmaddening but Theseus focused on his task.The Minotaur's smell guided him. He didn't want to admit it but themale's scent pulled at ...him. He found himself continuously drooling andlicking it away with his long tongue.Clear liquid leaked through the slit between his legs. Theseus stumbled,falling painfully to his knees at the sudden sensation of it. At thesmell of it. His own scent. He could feel his insides sliding togetheras he walked. Sliding wetly together and making. I placed the heels of my hands on her shoulders and pressed hard down and started to rotate them around; moving my hands slowly down the sides of her back on the outside of the towel until I reached her waist. I then moved my hands together at her spine and continued the rotation, pressing down hard and moving slowly back up. I continued this for four or five complete rotations. I then went around to the other end of the table and squirted some oil into my hand from the dispenser and rubbed. I stared at his knuckles, facing him without fear. His body trembled. He was frozen there. His temple grew flushed. His cheeks, what was visible thanks to his beard, quivered. His lips tightened and his eyes grew furious.“What have you done to me, women!” he growled, his voice going thick. He spoke in our native Armenian, English never allowed in this house. “Have you put a spell on me? Are you a witch?”I swelled. I had power. My daughter clasped her hands before her, her eyes so wide. They. After changing in the men's dressing room, she joined me at poolside, wearing a tiny, white bikini that didn't have much of a lining, and I had to struggle not to ogle, as I had done the night before, as this time not only were her titties pretty visible, but there was more than a slight crease in her crotch. I knew that if I did not divert my eyes and think about something else I would get an obvious hardon in my swimsuit.We dove into the refreshing cold water and swam across the pool and then.