My wife put her arm around our neighbor’s back. I had to suppress a laugh at the image of “Doctor Jewel” in her white “smock,” reassuring he... “patient.”“It’s completely up to you, dear friend,” my wife’s voice was soft and empathetic. Karen looked down at the floor for what seemed like forever. When she looked up, it was with the face from that picture: vulnerability, strength, fear, defiance, uncertainty, determination.“I’m ready,” Karen said, her voice inflecting the same.My wife climbed on. ”“Why not do it right now?” Vennoa asked.“Such rituals are best performed in the rising sun,” Seireri replied. “Also, from the looks of it, all of you need some rest. Tempest can do with another day.”“But—” Vennoa started, and noticed the rest of the party had already scattered off, following acolytes towards their assigned rooms.“Don’t worry,” Seireri said. “We’ll cast the spell once everyone is up tomorrow.”Vennoa sighed, and followed the acolyte that had been dutifully waiting by her side.. A feeling of anticipation filling her as she watches her hand slowly moves down to caress her clit. This is a new feeling to her. Watching intensely, as her hands moves across her body, caressing and pleasuring herself. Sensually she lifts her leg and places it on the wall of the shower. Still watching her hand, she dips it slowly into her now wet depths. Sighing with pleasure, she dips her fingers in. Her body is starting to feel on fire. Moving her hips against her hand, she gasps as her. Then one day when I was in junior high school, I flipped on the tv and saw a rugby match. I was instantly enthralled and fall in love with the sport. It had all of the best aspects of all of my passions: hitting from football, throwing from baseball, running from basketball and most importantly, trash-talking and intimidation from wrestling, I even wore a pair of red contacts during games to give myself that terminator look. Yes, I said wrestling. I grew up during the best days of professional.