I loved to get him to the point where he was doing all that sexy moaning and groaning. I loved to hear that. It was such a fucking turn-on for me. Whe...n I knew that somebody, maybe a special somebody who I liked, like Al, when I could get them to that ecstatic corner of their universe I felt great like I could make anybody do anything.That lusty feeling was all through me now. It was like standing next to a freight train going past you at ninety miles an hour while standing three feet away.. The science is beyond me, but therift keeps dropping oosers all over the time. They resonate at whateverfrequency, and we detect them, and someone like me is sent to pick themup. Depending on what the oosers are, this can be pretty easy. I oncehad a digital watch from 1985 dropped in a forest in 1940 halfwayacross the world. Simple in / out, no chance of observation from ahuman, and there wasn't. Scored a 60 on that one, because I had to cutdown the tree the watch had appeared inside.. " Have you been here before?" No." Ever had a massage before?" No." Okay, well, I promise I won't bite. You just relax and enjoy. It is all for your pleasure."I wanted to relax, but it was impossible. Sandy started to massage my shoulders and upper back. I wanted to experience it, to enjoy the sensations, but I was afraid. It was the first time in my life a woman had ever sensually touched me. I felt like I wanted to tell her that secret, it would maybe calm me if she knew. But I couldn't say. He was gathering her up in his arms again and he was kissing her face, kissing her neck, kissing her chest, pulling her into a crushing embrace. Clinging to his shoulders she thought she might die of anticipation. She was desperately craving his touch in more intimate places. Her breathing was shallow and laboured. He circled his thumb around the areola of her nipple and watched as it puckered and hardened. Unable to resist he leant forward and drew it into his mouth. He started gently.