....................................................................................................It was darkness only darkness there was nothing no...light, no sound, no sensation, it was like I was blindfolded in outer space. I had no sense of a body, I tried to call out but I had no mouth I was shapeless, formless. I was nothing I could feel even my conciseness slipping away. then I saw it, or sensed it as its hard to see without eyes, but there was a red glow pulling me towards it,. I bent forward and would kiss his upper legs and hip areas all around his balls, kissing from side to side and then onto his upper thighs. Then I would kiss the bottom and back side of his thighs. I would do this for both of his thigh areas for a few minutes as he would begin to caress my hair and moan softly. It was intoxicating to hear. I would then stick out my tongue and lick all the areas I had just kissed. I never would kiss nor lick his balls themselves, not at this time. I enjoyed. “Marat? That’s French, isn’t it?” Sarah wondered aloud, trying not to drool ... but those damn breasts ... wow!“I’m French, Lebanese, Assyrian, and Cypriot. What a combo, right? To simplify things, I just call myself Assyrian, since that’s my religion. And before you ask, I don’t honestly know if I’m related to the famous Jacobin revolutionary and Swiss physician, Dr. Jean-Paul Marat. Not to my own knowledge, anyway,” Ninve explained now.“So ... why are we here instead of a restaurant, not that. “Not exactly, but let’s wait for everyone else so I only have to explain once.”“Where did that come from?” Tina asked when she saw the stack with the rest of my gear across the room. “Shit, those look real,” she gasped.“They are real,” I replied, shifting my niece and nephew off my lap. I had to laugh at my nephew, who was still sound asleep. My parents said I used to be like that. Nothing short of a nuclear explosion could wake me up before I was ready.I pulled my backpack out of the pile and.