He put it on the bed and said to my wife that the contents had belonged to his wife and that she could use anything out of it. Bill said his wife had ...called the bag ‘her play bag’. My wife cautiously opened it to find it had a range of sexy underwear (all too small for my wife) and several sex toys including a variety of sizes of dildos, all looking like cocks, a vibrating rabbit, and a few other things. My wife asked Bill if he was sure as he might want to remember these items in the last. Whatever it was, I love you, it told me.Two by two, the mated pairs we called family said their goodbyes, and left for bed, John and Rillnam taking their children along. A little while later, Jessica showed up with a bottle of milk, and handed it to my mother, saying, "I thought you might like to feed your granddaughter tonight."My mother smiled, and said, "Thank you; I'd love to." She reached up and stroked Jessica's cheek, then gestured her closer. When Jessica leaned in, Mother kissed her. At least the rapist’s demise served to document the failure of one treatment. And if Raptor had likeminded peers, the recordings might serve as a deterrent. Like I said, Daswani could be a cold fish, but she was our fish and sometimes I just loved the woman.One interesting development. I had begun to think of Misty and Cynthia and Pete and Eva as family, several circles closer than the role of friendly harem defining the others. My wives felt the same, as demonstrated by their permanently. "Let it instruct and guide your hands. It, after all knows what must be done. Never question its wisdom." UH? Masaki?" He seemed to hear.By and by Tenchi withdrew, bringing his mind back reluctantly to where his body resided. Yet at the end he always found himself lingering in that place between. Awash in its sensation, he could sense so much! Once he'd seen his mother. She'd smiled, wagged a finger and vanished.Now he felt a curious tingling, were he to ascribe bodily sensation. Seeming to.