Lorrie, Marcy, and Wendy were with me. Even though it was Sunday morning we started out busy and stayed busy. That didn't keep me from worrying about ...he group going across the bridge. I wasn't the only one worried either.Mom 2 came in at 10:30 and sat in the refreshment area. I could tell she was nervous. She kept looking at her watch then the wall clock. Finally I went over and sat with her."Mom they are just getting there everything will be fine," I said."I know but that does not stop me. You will breathe in their scent and hear their breathing too. Breathing is the most important thing in Tantra, so please pay close attention to your own as well. Some people lose focus and actually forget to breathe."A small murmur of chuckling interrupted Sam, and his smile acknowledged it. "Yes," he continued, "people do forget to exhale. Focusing upon your partner sometimes we lose focus on our own physical being. We have to remember to breathe in and out in a regular pace. You might think. But those animals had to die, and most of them were in a slaughterhouse with all the smells of blood and other scared animals. Here, if we do it correctly, one minute they are standing there eating or whatever, and the next they are dead. At least they don’t die scared out of their wits.“Granted, now that the Matthews are watching videos of us and are coming to visit, they wouldn’t let us starve, but you have to remember that the prisoners were put on this planet to sink or swim. Remember what. Good, now I was pretty sure I was off the hook and mom will never remember me fucking her. And she never mentioned it either. But what that night did for me was make want to fuck even more. I mean if fucking mom was that good then other pussy would have to be better. So I started hitting on every girl at school. But not much luck. Then one day I was mowing this woman's lawn. Her name was Bonnie. She was older than my mom and not married. Platinum blonde hair. Nice large tits. Not a bad looking.