But instead of the usual flirty text I was expecting, I found myself looking down at a picture of the man who'd played the leading role in all of my f...ntasies and day dreams recently. In the picture he wasn't dressed in a suit as I was used to seeing him, he was naked, and very obviously aroused. He had the body of a man who obviously worked out, with just the right amount of hair over his chest, perfect abs, and that mouthwatering v-shape down the front of his hips that drove me wild. His. I had to play with the walking bag till I go it upabove the hem of the skirt...darn that thing!I went out to the living room and showed mom my idea of fashion and sheagreed I looked more like a teenager from this decade. I also feltconsiderably less self-conscious about how I was dressed, feeling morelike a teenage girl than a pin-up. We got to the doctors office about10 minutes early and a few moments later he stuck his head out the door,smiled and went back with my name being called a few. He was right. I did watch. I watched them, and I enjoyed it. It turned me on like nothing else in the world. But unlike Nathan I couldn't shake away the shame, the guilt. Incest was wrong... plain and simple, no matter how much it aroused me. Nathan stood, his football player physique looming over me this time. He was close... real close. My nipples pressed softly against his chiseled chest, and I felt them harden like rocks. Oh, God.“What's the matter, huh?” Nathan said, his voice hard.With my. A very surprised Guild Mage was stunned to find three men in her private garden. “Melisa, sorry for the unannounced arrival, but I have a very special young man for you to meet. May we come in?” Martin asked.Melisa stepped back and let them in. She led them to a comfortable seating area. Darcy determined she was of the Genteli race but she was taller than those he knew from back on Utopia. She looked late-thirty in Earth years, so he guessed she was probably aged in her early second century..