”“Yes, and I think it leaves her unsatisfied. I can’t just write off our feelings and our consciousness to biochemical processes. Maybe they are... but I don’t think so. There is more to it.”“A soul.”“Or life force. Or shared consciousness. Or something. And I’ll continue seeking an answer until I draw my last breath. But forget all of that. How did your coffee date go?”“OK, I suppose,” Michelle said. “We talked, drank coffee, and then I went to class. It turns out he’s in the same dorm as me,. " Darling with your education and training, it won't be as hard as youthink." Now, I wonder why Andrew is late?" Mother, you baby your sissies too much." Sarah, this isn't just any sissy, this is your stepbrother and withwhat he'll go through in the next six months, I think I can be a littlelenient." Or maybe I should be the way I was when I caught you dressing him inyour panties and stockings when you were thirteen." Oh my god mother, I had almost forgotten." You were so mad." Pretending my. "What's wrong, babe?" asked Max. Looking over her shoulder, both men saw the mess, the broom, and their missing dinner. "Hey! Someone took a bite out of my sandwich," Rock complained, as he looked at the wasted ham sandwich. "Don't feel bad, bro. They wasted my PB&J, as well," Max said. "Humph! They ate my whole goddamn turkey sandwich! And...why the fuck does it smell like pussy in here," she said, glaring at the guys. "I don't know, Mama. We were with you...remember," Max said.Mama, still. She squeezed and I jumped a mile. The feelings were so good. I told her maybe we should stop, but the truth was I was totally enthralled. She smiled at me and said, “Sweet young thing, you have been so sheltered. Let me show you how good you can feel.” She tweaked my nipples and I felt liquid heat burn through my body. My back arched as the pleasure came in waves over my body. She slid her hand up my thigh under my skirt and cupped my pussy with her hand. She rubbed my slit through my panties..