There is a comforting silence, and as I reach out and touch the smoke, a pleasant tingle races through my hand. "I'd be careful if I were you. That sm...ke has a nasty habit of wiping souls clean."I find myself facing the speaker instantly. One moment, I was facing away from him. The next, I find myself seated at a table, with the smoke forming a perfect sphere around us. The man is colored entirely in grey scale, from his cleanly pressed three piece suit, to his pitch black gloves, to the white. ..I had oftened fantasized about having sex with my Mom. And here she was in my house, looking quite hot, I must admit, and we were both not involved in a relationship. "Where am I going to sleep tonite, Carl,?" she asked me. "Oh, you can sleep in my bed Mom, and I'll sleep on the couch. Is that OK?" She said "sure, sounds great! What are going to do now, my son?" "Well Mom, it is getting to be dinner time, would you like to go out to dinner?" Mom said "Sure, let's do it then."We. It was tremendously slow though and rather than wait for him, Anne decided to help. She gently took his pajama top off, her fingers brushing his chest hair. He was in great shape with broad pectorals and little excess fat. She bit her lip as she felt the sudden desire to rub his strong abs. Instead, she dropped to her knees and began to undo his bottoms. “Ah, now it gets interesting,” he joked. She chuckled, then picked up his playful mood. “Down, Spike.” “Spike? More like Nessie’” he. The story was that the original builders many centuries ago built it simply because it was supposed to be there. What exactly that meant, no one knew.It was a long, somewhat narrow room with hand carved wooden pews divided by an aisle. At the far end, the room ended with a slightly raised dais in a windowed apse. There were three windows total—two of the long arched variety and a third round one beveled into the wall at the top of the apse.The space was actually quite lovely, and if he had been.