He felt her move, just barely up, then back down. The darling. Although there was nothing he could do to help her. He was acutely aware of her nipples... pressing against his ribs just south of his own. Her body, in intimate contact with his along it's length, was a warm embrace. A drip from her wet pussy onto his cock was a reminder that they *should* move.His regular breathing lifted her as much as her own efforts had. Up, then down; up; down. Had he been on top, she would be suffocating. She. I suggest you bring your wife here next, and both of you study. Just coming here will arm you with spells and abilities that most of your world have not seen, or will not see for years to come, ) he said with a gesture.Another little light was there before me, but I knew it for what it was. Pejoru's traveling gate to and from this place.(Yes. Now just the gods, and you two humans, have access to my library. There will be others from time to time granted limited use. Leave these others alone.. I stressed that it was just for a couple of seconds. I didn’t masturbate. But I had felt something. The most incredible feeling had gripped my body for a second. It was so exciting it scared me.My admission pleased him. He seemed excited. Not excited like a man lusting after a woman, though. He seems genuinely excited for me as if I accomplished some kind of breakthrough. I’m struck once more by how professional his demeanor is under these strange circumstances.Then I told him about the dreams.. Lade and Ninth Street. Night Except for the dark blue tunic that flapped open, she was naked and her skin pale in the moonlight. Her nipples were perky in the cold night air and her recently shaved crotch still buzzed with the feeling of nakedness that her pussy lips now enjoyed. The white woman held herself up as she made her way along the wall. The cold didn’t bother her. The concrete under her naked feet didn’t bother her. Only one thing did. She remembered begging and pleading to them..