As she did, Megan lightly ran the crimson coloured nail of her index finger between the cheeks of Julia’s well oiled bottom, resting momentarily at ...hat private opening that she and James and only in recent months began to explore. Not waiting for an immediate answer, Megan removed her finger and continued her massage, alternating from light brushing on the insides of Julia’s thighs, high up near where Julia’s pussy began, to more firm kneading of Julia’s bottom. As Megan continued her massage. Your muscles were horribly aching, a strange twisting and kneading sensation coursing through every fiber of your being. It felt like sickness, a really bad one, but it was too painful for you to move or even make a sound, until suddenly, everything clicked into place. As the aches mysteriously disappear, there was a moment of clarity, your expression softening to placidity, calm and serene. All the stress and fatigue you may have experienced until now seemed to just bleed away, leaving you. The guard went down the hall and soon was out of sight from turning yet another corner. I looked at the dog, and sort of mentally 'pushed'. It 'fell' through to the 'then', that I had been recording. It ran down the hall, yelping.Well, well! Two new abilities in a month's time. Or was it something I could always have done, but just hadn't known I could? I stopped that train of thought, since it just gave me headaches. Now was the time I wish I still had Levy or John to bounce ideas off of.Both. Come see what it’s like to what? As if to answer my question, the font dissolves into the beginning of a slideshow. The first image materializes on the screen, and it’s enough to still the breath in my chest. It’s a picture of me. I remember the photo shoot well enough – we’d done it about two months ago, just he and I. Don’t know why, but I never pestered him to see the products of the shoot. Too bad I didn’t ask, I might have been able to see this sooner. And boy do I look good. I’m.