Now, as I told you before, hypnosis can only go so far in enhancing your fantasies, so we need to make those more real so their impact will be greater...’ ‘Katie, I’ll do whatever you think is best! You took an over fifteen year-old memory and turned it into what we did this evening. If you, somehow, can make the fantasies I created out of a little making out in the pool seem real, you’re more than a hypnotist, you’re a magician – but I hope you can!’ ‘Ok, Cindy, I’ll work on it. Now, we’re. In my past were three wives, many homes, multiple jobs, lots of lovers - all the baggage, fond memories and regrets that most of us accumulate. I was unattached, unencumbered but not uninterested in starting something - if only for a day or two. There were no specific old flames on my mind - the only old flame from that place was wife number one who had born me two c***dren and probably still a some animosity and was not likely to be there. In other words - any intimate relationship would be. " She tilted his head slightly to allow him to view her succulent camel-toe and the dark patch which was forming in the beige material. He sniffed at the sweet scent as she massaged his cock and he awaited the pain of tighter restriction. She held his cock firm as the cold steel made his balls shrink back, much to the delight of the women. He howled as his sack was pulled back, whilst the bitch who held his cock firm giggled with pleasure. The ringing shears were forced down against his tender. Everybody was comfortin’ his wife and no one paid me any mind at all. Me and some other guys lowered his casket into the ground and I felt like that box ripped my heart out and took it to Tom’s grave with ‘im. I went home and holed up in my house and cried out loud like a baby ‘til I didn’t have a drop of fluid left in me.I was somewhere around 70 years old then and I know I should have knowed better. Life is like that. Folks grow up and everybody’s got to go sometime. I just wish it was me.