Before long, I was fucking her mouth, guiding her head with my hands as she moaned with her own arousal.After a few minutes of this, I knew I needed a...break. I pulled out of her mouth, and she looked up at me expectantly. God, she was gorgeous… and the look of total submission and desire on her face was a beautiful thing. I used my hands, still on her head, to pull her upward. She stood, and I pulled her shirt over the top of her head and off. I was entranced by the gentle curve of her. “Now, breathe in when I breathe in and breathe out when I breathe out. Slowly and smoothly.”I felt her take a breath and matched it, then let it out slowly when she did the same. Anala built a slow rhythm of breathing in and out and I matched it. After about five minutes, she moved to kneel and face me.“What did you feel?” she asked.“Calm and peaceful, and I guess in-tune with you.”“Did you feel our heart rates match towards the end?”“Yeah, that was kind of odd, it wasn’t perfect, but it was. Steve began to caress her skin with his spare hand and then I placed first one and then my other hand on her breasts. She now had both her breasts and nipples being massaged, a dildo sliding in and out of her pussy and another hand sliding over, around and under her pussy. Steve removed the dildo, placed his fingers on her pussy as I removed her blindfold. She began to struggle and cry out so we both simply stopped and stood up. “It’s cool,” I said. “We’ll go” “What?” she said. “What do you. * Of all the acts of kindness I have been fortunate enough to receive, the most dramatic by far happened in 2008-2009. In August of 2008, I experienced a massive stroke in the upper-rear area of the right side of my brain. The doctors told my wife that it was so massive that they were amazed that it had not killed me outright. I spent the following 6-8 weeks in a coma-like state (the doctors insisted that it wasn’t a coma, but was merely a ‘deep sleep’. Gee, ya think?) My wife Susan was, of.