All night long, it was all I could think about. I was tortured. I couldn't help wondering and fantasizing about what they might be doing. I wanted her...home, but at the same time loved the excitement of it. It's crazy, I know. I don't know what it is about some of us guys that this turns us on. I don't understand it myself. I fantasized all night about her kissing him, and her legs opening to his exploring hands.She came home in a couple of hours and said little about it other than they talked a. "That picture was taken right here at the University," Bridgett said. In front of the Administration Building. I took it myself, the only time we visited him here." That's your husband." Yes." Nice-looking man."She said nothing. She just got back into the RV. "Where will we go now?" she asked me.I was pleased that there had been no talk of a burial for her dead son. We agreed, apparently, that the best resting places, when so many had died, were the beds they had died in."Where will we go now?". Initially I had to fore go all those for a few days, as my aunt was always in my room after she gets back from her work, after some days, I used to take the sex books and go to the attached bathroom after my aunt had slept in the night and read the books and masturbate to glory, which usually takes about an hour and then go to my bed and sleep. One night when I was in the bathroom, there was a push and then a knock on the door, I kept silent then the knock came again and my aunt asked me what. .. I fell asleep. About 3AM, I heard a pleasing, soothing, heavenly voice. "Wake up. Do not be alarmed. It is Godess. I come in peace." I woke up with a start. There she was, standing at the foot of my bed. It was Goddess, alright. Just like in the story, she was about 5'6", with light brown hair down to her shoulders. Her unmistakably feminine body had a creamy-white complexion, sensuous pink lips, equally sensuous and pink nipples, and unbelievable measurements of 100-17-36. She had a.