. my touch is firm but tender... I seem to seek out those points of tension and swiftly rub them away... you're not only relaxing but you can feel you...rself beccoming arroused... how far are you going to allow this to go... how far do you want it to go? How far does he want it to go you wonder. You decide to lay there and enjoy it and see where things go. I start at your shoulders... rubbing, massaging... work my way down your back... working your lower back, removing the knots that are. Only recently had they acquired the tools and equipment necessary to salvage the original Temple of the Air buried under hundreds of feet of solid rock beneath the ocean floor in the center of the Sargasso Sea.Of course his new crop of priests and priestesses he had recruited had not been idle these last 38 years. They had taken to the magical psychic surgery like ducks to water, ha, ha. In fact their first major project was the creation of the contagious virus that would forcibly imprint women. I pointed the camera at her body and could hear the story Sabrina had recorded in a sultry, inviting voice. In it she was describing the ocean sounds and smells and leading up to sex on the sandy secluded beach. My wife was really getting randy. All she had been doing for the last fifteen minutes was rubbing her thighs back and forth. In the story the girl parted her legs, and my wife was totally engaged with Sabrina’s voice and the story that came from her lips. My wife slowly parted her legs. ”“I know. You guys lost two…”“Is that why you never had any. You didn’t want to lose them like we did.”“I don’t think that has any bearing on it,” she fibbed slightly to protect Mildred.“Excuse me,” the resident said.“Where are you going?”“The restroom.”“You need help?”“No I’m still able to get around,” she declared wielding her elaborately carved South American cane.“I hear you, lady!”Tami thought about what her mom had just intimated.Mildred had given birth to two c***dren, but raised three..