As she lay there, he began giving her a massage. He started at her neck, working his way down to her chest, but avoiding her breasts for now. Then he ...ried something new. He began massaging her stomach with both his hands. He used his fingers in a sort of drumming motion. The sensation was different, close to being tickled, but better. He had been massaging her like this for 10 minutes and still hadn’t touched her breasts. When he finally began kneading her breasts, her anticipation only served. She carefully washed him all over and soaped up her hands when she got to his skyward pointing penis. Unlike when his mother had done this, he shot cum three feet in the air which made her giggle. A lot of it had gotten on her hand and she licked it off saying it was yummy.After his father put an end to the bathing, his mother seemeg to find excuses to parade naked around him, giving him shots of the place he came out of every now and then. There weren’t too many opportunities but he remembered. The time machine had been tested and found to be safe for humans, so she was going to be the first person who stepped through the portal into another place and time. Unknown to her, she had a bitter enemy, a rather unsavory looking male, who had sabotaged the machine so that it would transport Ardent somewhere in time, but not the time she had specifically chosen. After Ardent had been transported by the machine, the villain was going to come back and reset the machine so that nobody could tell. Plath. Mrs. Plath asked me to let you know that her meeting is running late. She apologizes and expects to be home by 8:30 or 9:00 at the latest.’ He erases the message and stands, a tall broad shouldered man, still trim though his weathered face and graying hair and moustache put him somewhere in middle age. Placing the eyeglasses he has only recently needed for close work on the rosewood desk, he walks across the room to the liquor cabinet and pours a couple of fingers of Laphroaig, the most.