I paused in the doorway, letting them look there fill. I saw an empty table near the middle of the room and walked slowly towards it. A women turned t... glare at me. I smiled in return knowing it was her husbands reaction to my arrival that had made her angry. My red hair bounced around my shoulders as I crossed the room. My dress slid up my thighs barely covering the top of my stockings as I sat down. A waitress arrived quickly and I ordered a scotch. The band began to play slow bluesy music I. Finally it opens. You take two steps look around and shrug. I can’t breathe. I see how resilient you walk, your youthful appearance and the intensity in your eyes. My face starts glowing and I feel shivers covering my body and wavelets running through my abdomen. My sensual pearl tingles. Involuntarily, I tilt my pelvis and spread my knees, but as soon as I realize it my body cramps. Softly I whisper “Never … sometime will never be”. Tears run down my heated face. You spot the Christmas present. Would the next time we took in stragglers, allow us to substitute memories? And what if they didn't want to join our group? Would we just give them good memories, and tell that they always wanted into the group?"Mom, I think the best thing to do, is give them some good memories, and tone down the bad. I think that within three months we should start to give them back most of their memories, and just moderate the real bad ones." I will do as you ask. Your people have such linear lives, that this. Slowly Dad’s left hand started massaging Mom’s long firm thighs. When his hands reached her crotch, automatically the thighs separated. What a beautiful mound! The well shaved pussy had a silky look. My Dad’s fingers slowly caressed her pussy and started to separate the fat outer pussy lips. Now the red mouth of my mother’s honey pot is clearly visible. I could feel my brother’s deep breathe. I told him, see the hole through which we came! Now you can see what all Dad do there! Mean time Mom.