It was nearly ten minutes before she recovered her senses. She seized my head between her hands, kissed me most lovingly, declared I was the dearest c...reature that ever lived, that she had never before had any one who had so satisfied her, and filled her with inexpressible rapture, &c. This fondling had again brought up my prick to full stand. Miss Frankland said — “Dear Charlie, we must be prudent, as the time is drawing near for your sisters’ return.” But there was no stopping, the exquisite. She told me that she thought that she had lost me. When I had bobbed back up, she had thought about running to me, but she feared that she might break through the ice. Her nurses training had taught her to assess the situation, and she had accomplished that as best she could. But now that the danger was past, all the pent up emotions began to come to the surface.I was beginning to feel some of the strain, as the adrenalin rush began to subside. What would have happened to Dawn, if I had not. As she was walking down the corridor from the kitchen, Monet started to get anxious as she passed the stairway leading up to the second floor of her house and her bedroom. She reached her office door and was about to turn the handle when she looked back at the stairwell and stood silent for a moment. ‘I must be crazy.’ She told herself as she went back to the stairwell and ascended it towards her bedroom. The voice had said something about a special gift being under her bed and hallway there. It was brightly lit with occasional serpentine lightning followed by roars of deafening thunder. Interestingly, what was going on outside was exactly happening in my mind too while waiting for my hubby to return home from his friends house. He was supposed to go back leaving me behind for few days. Weather outside was exploring my desires to be in my husband's strong arms. My feelings for love and sex were increasing with every moment passing. Soon, the nature unleashed heavy storm making trees.