We are just a bit different than when we left. But I think that if we can talk to the right people, we can work both of our situations out." She loo...ed at me, and she was almost ready to cry. "Things aren't right between your mother and I now. She feels more like a sister to me, not a spouse." Then her look turned to anger. "It's obvious that there is a conspiracy here. Not only are your mother and Jenna involved, but your aunts and your grandmother, too." I nodded, remembering the. I obeyed and followed him. He lay on the bed and asked me to sit on his lund so that his lund may enter in my choot. This was reverse fucking, now i have to jump over his lund for giving him fucking pleasure. I spreaded my lehenga for aligning the orifice of my choot to his lund and when they touched each other he pulled my neck chain downward to make me sit on his mighty rod in one single attempt. Again his stony hard lund made the enterence in my choot. I understood that what i have to do. She also knew how scared I was. I suppose it helped to clear her head as she held me and apologized. It helped some. I didn’t want to do it anymore, but no one else in the house would wake her. I dearly loved my Grandmother. She would love to read you books or help you with homework. Her hugs were heartfelt and unconditional love radiated from her smile. My love for her and the terror of seeing her suffering with these dreams unsettled me to the point of near paralysis. I feared her like. For us, grounding helps equalize our energy, either pulling it from the earth into us, or draining excesses from our bodies. I’m guessing you’ve got shoes with modern materials, likely some sort of plastic?”“Uh, I guess. I purchased the warmest ones they sold.”“Since the materials aren’t natural, they block the flow of energy. Instead, it gets bottled up inside you. Often, I’ll enter my backyard, sit in a chair and let the ground pull my excess energy from me. Massage helps, as does a metal.