I followed her toward the back of the bar. That young bitch knew how to walk too. Her hips swayed in a way that emphasized her nice round ass…Once ...in the ladies room I grabbed her arm and shoved her toward the larger stall at the far side of the room. “Give me your phone and sit down; you need proof you blew me” I told her.She pulled out her phone and handed it to me. Then, to my surprise, she undid her pants, shoved them down to her ankles and then sat down. She reached tentatively for my. " George teased as he sat down."What do I look like, you?" His double joked, making George laugh. "Yeah I made our favorite; Spaghetti with extra sauce and meat balls!" He announced."You know me too well." George teased as the two began to eat.It has been like this for a few days now. The day after George's first self encounter, he managed to tigger the rock again, and make a duplicate of himself. He did this for three days straight, and then the copys of himself stopped disappearing overnight,. One … two … three … four … five … Part 2. The bedtime meditation instructions: I imagine that I am at the top of a staircase… I close my eyes… and watch myself walking… slowly, step… by step, down the staircase… I count each step… as I walk… slowly… down, watching myself… all the time… I tell myself… that as I slowly… go down, I am feeling… more… and more… relaxed, and I am moving… deeper… and deeper… into peace. I Imagine… that as I reach… the bottom… of the staircase, I am feeling… completely. Ashley looked down and said, “Yes.” “Don’t be embarrassed by it. All girls taste themselves. Did you like the taste?” Ashley now raised her head a little, “Yea, a little.” Cindy smiled. Not that tasting your own pussy juice made you a slut, but it was a start. “Mom, next time you have sex with dad are you going to lick your panties?” “Well, I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” Ashley looked her mother right in the eyes and said, “Because I think it would be hot to watch you do that.” Cindy now knew.