Mujhe laga ki wo bhi mujhe dekh rahi hai. Maine soch lagata hai kaam ho gaya. Mujhase chai ke liye poochha aur jab chai lekar ayye dete samay itana jh...ok gayee ki usaki chhochiya mere muh se lag gayee. mai ghabara gaya aur wo achanak mere uapr chai lekar gir gayee. mai pura bhig gaya. Thoda jal bhi gaya. Wo maffe mangane lagi. Jaldi se towel lekar ayye aur boli gi shorts nikal ke ise pahan lo. Aur apane hantho se mera par saaf karane lagi. Jab usane merai thighs par haath rakha mera lund ekdam. James began exploring me with gentle touch, running his hand from hip to waist, down to my belly again, up to cup one breast. He paused. ‘Yes?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I answered, meaning yes, touch me, yes, make love to me. Nuzzling my neck, he continued his exploration. His hand was slow and warm as it slipped under my pajama top, skin against skin. It took my breath away, I felt desire burrowing into my belly. I turned to kiss him. The feeling of my body against his was sensuous, I wanted to meld. I stayed out of the room long enough that Fred had them in a trance, and then went back in. Fred asked them many questions and scanned as well. We found out that when they were somewhere between 4 or 5 or about 30 years ago. They were living in huts and the local shaman said they had to stay inside during the day, and this went on for a long time. Fred found from the scans it was about a month by their reckoning. He woke them up just as I came back into the room again and we talked for a few. "It's true," Carol echoed."And you both knew?" That's right," Carol said. Marilyn nodded agreement.As I looked at the two woman - one my wife and the other my brother's wife that I'd been screwing for twenty-four years - I knew there was something more each wanted to say. The fire in my belly subsided. I knew it wasn't the medicine. It was the relief from guilt."There's something else," Carol said. "Something even Marilyn doesn't know." I'd never seen here look so conflicted and guilty. Marilyn.