"Look, I know we're not 'best buds,'" Dawn said, a genuine smile on her sexy face, "but I think of us as friends. You've helped me out before and neve... asked for anything in return. I want to help you because I admire you. Because you might be able to help Marty get his grades back in line. Because you're smart. And because you've got a chance to make it in 'the man's world' and, when you do, maybe you'll remember who your friends were." Stacey looked at herself in the mirror and tried to. It was between my lips, at the tip of my tongue, when she shuddered and cried out softly, her thighs closing tight on my head. I persisted, and she lifted a little off the bed and dropped back down, her body trembling. I held and stroked and soothed her as her orgasm crested and yielded to the aftershocks that were rolling through her, then crawled back up and lay atop her, kissing her eyelashes. She was stroking my lightly whiskered jaw, whimpering, then softly sobbing. I hugged her tight to. "Don't move!" I told him, as I neared him and then started a mantra once I had contact with his body. It took a few minutes to repair the shoulder and the other problems were healed by the time I finished with the shoulder. Almha and his Wife just stood there staring at me while I worked on him. I helped Master Murchadh up when I was finished."The Sisters have very great power, but need to learn to control it better," I told him."Yes, control!" he said, but sounded anything but. It sounds negative doesn’t it? But happily it is not. In reality, the calm before the storm, tempest, squall, hurricane, or what have you, is nothing but a blissful condition that will produce – if you may speak of it in meteorological terms, a downpour of emotion, energy, creativity, and as gravity as my witness, a wonderful biological release of moisture, viscosity, of female liquids, thick with passion, nutritional substance, and sweetness. Can you visualize this storm yet? Actually, I am.