Through the sheer material I could see a plump round breast resting in her hand, her finger tracing the edge of a dark, barely veiled nipple. “It’...s beautiful on you. You are a very lovely woman, Sari.” As I looked up from her breast into her dark brown eyes I felt her hand on my thigh tracing lightly up the inside of my pant leg. “Would you like to kiss me?” she said, leaning toward me with the nearly whispered question. “Yes … very much,” I answered leaning toward her in response. The initial. Sheila opened her blouse. "Ever had a woman?" she asked me. "No," I said. I was kneeling backward on the seat between them. Sheila nudged Chris. Chris opened her own blouse. "Touch me," said Sheila, to me. She pulled my hand to her breast. My hand, on her breast. It was so soft, just how I imagined it would be, touching a woman like that. "Like it?" she said. She took my head in her hands and pulled me down. My lips touched her nipple, but she still pulled. "You do like it. You've had the hots. " Bob tried to force his voice into a friendly tone."Lady gone." Bob probed the memory rising with the statement. There was a woman, in a dark black dress, wearing a veil. How very apropos for this cloak and dagger stuff. The oddly twisted man on the floor could remember her perfume, an intense sweet smell. She had shoulder length black hair in a 50's style perm, and wore low black work heels.This victim remembered her laughing in a deep, almost masculine tone as she left him on the floor,. ”Her response was glorious, She spread Her Love to encompass me and soar through my blood. Her Love tingled my toes and my nose from the inside. My heart was flush with Her Love. The intensity of Her Power started killing me from the inside out, I knew this but didn’t care. I didn’t have any idea how long this went on, again I didn’t care. If She wanted to kill me with Her Love, then I would die the happiest man to ever live. Her Love was all that I would ever need. I knew that now. Human.