She told me she would feel good if someone massaged her head and body. I offered my services to do that. I asked her to lie down with her head on the ...illow. She did. I sat on the bedside very near to her so that I could reach her forehead. I started massaging her forehead with my palms. With very slight pressure I massaged her forehead from side to side and from top to bottom. As I was moving my hand giving her the massage; my elbow was pressing her left boob. The touch of her fleshy boob was. My God, what was he doing to his Valerie? Carl felt his heart pounding at a mile a minute, as he realized that he might be witnessing the **** of the poor girl tied to the bed — his research subject! Well, they sure as hell would have something to talk about this time! That man torturing her had to be a sadist, no two ways about it. God, he wanted to jump up there and slug that man! He had to be a sicky dressed in that costume. He was a spot of black on stage, wearing black tight pants. But, my sister did not object to that and didn’t say that I am her brother. But, that reference me as my sister’s husband made me thrill and my cock started shaking. Around 9.30 p.m., everybody started to sleep and adjusted in the available seats. All of them told us that “You husband and wife share one complete seat to sleep”. Then my sister told me to lay on the seat and she too laid beside me facing side by side facing each other. Sensing that she is so close to me and her body touching me. His only comment to her was that the large five bedroom house they were building along with the Murphy beds being backups should be big enough to accommodate all of them and some guests.At work Scott was asked to go down and see how the airport and dock expansion projects were going. Ray said the reports he had seen along with some conversations would indicate both projects were on plan but it didn’t hurt to check every so often. He said he would phone Carley and Chuck Morris the head project.