.. This case evoked to me a personal case several years ago: a past adventure with a Hispanic boy. This adventure was most curious. I had met him and ...treated him a few years before: he was a thin, melancholic boy. At that time there was no mutual interest. I moved from town and we lost track of each other. Years later I found him by chance in my new city: he too had moved to it and was already married. He had gained weight. But what made the encounter memorable was that just as he greeted me he. Trailing it back, he suddenly saw the slender and attractive form of his mother, standing over his bed while absentmindedly stroking her own breasts and moaning. A surge of fluids dripped from a thick, knotted tentacle that was pulsating and throbbing out of her nether lips."M-Mom?!" He started to struggle to move, but another pulsation of liquid flowed into his navel and body, causing him to moan and fall back, continuing to pant with exertion, "w-what are you-?" Shhhh," Louis' mom cooed,. Susan's instructions, Jane took the pill ("a mild sedative, to help you relax", Dr. Susan had said), and then put the headphones on. She dialed up Dr. Susan's podcast and click PLAY."Hello, Jane," Dr. Susan's voice said, "By now you should have taken your pill, and be in someplace very relaxing with your vibrator handy. If not, please click pause and come back when you are ready."Dr. Susan's voice paused for a second."Very good. Now are you ready to begin your Wifey training program?" Yes,". I started rubbing my panties. I moved my panties a little to the right side since it was getting soaked in my juices. I was rubbing for some time then stopped afraid that I might moan in pleasure, and some people might hear me in the front seat and pulled down my skirt again. I started to distract myself by listening to some music on my phone. I finally felt relaxed, but after a stop, a guy boarded in the bus and sat in the last row sitting right next to me. The whole row was empty, but he just.