Your hands caress her breasts as mine stroke her hips and thighs. Her satin slip moulds to her shape as she moves, pulling gently on our shafts. She l...ans to kiss me, coming closer so her nipples brush my chest. I put my arms round her and you, bringing us all together. Her mouth is warm, arousing, her tongue promising. You are kissing her neck, your hands now on my hips pulling me against her. She breaks off the kiss to bite gently at my shoulder as her hips push against my cock and her. "Calling me a Mentor makes me think you will want to be my equal some day," Eli had said softly as pain flared through Cocheta's nervous system. "You will never be my equal worm," Eli had said as he bent over Cocheta's writhing body. "You will always be nothing more than my thrall, my slave. Do you understand that worm?" Yes Master," Cocheta had screamed. "I won't forget. You are the Master. I am the worm. I won't forget Master." I won't forget, Master," Cocheta snarled to himself as he trudged. You’ll be there?”“Of course we will. You may not be able to see us but we’ll be there in spirit, literally,” she chuckled.“Good pun, Mom!” He agreed.“We were at your dad and Karen’s wedding and also Scott and Vicky’s. Plus we silently gave our approval to Dan and Wendy and him with Tina. I think that Lisa will win out over Susan and Sandra who seem to get along quite well. And those two girls of Lisa’s that Dan is fucking, they remind me of your sisters.”“We do remember smelling your perfume. I fly a few miles, higher and higher, and look down to the glens, where the Highland cattle are grazing. Then I change my direction, and soon I pass the Trossachs and Loch Lomond. Then I see them - hundreds of warriors, hidden in the Drunkmoon Wood, their faces painted white and blue. All this happens at the same time, about twelve miles from where I stand now, watching the young lady behind the illuminated window.How wonderful she is, her skin so white! How shy she was the first time, so young.