{Odym}John sat in a Mix of Meditation and Music, as he played his Flute, it was the only thing he had that belonged to his Mother Before she disappear...d. He still held out help that she was out there somewhere, and living a good life. It angered him at first when he thought about his mother with another Family, but then he began to see how hard a Half-Human/Half-Martian Birth would have been for a Human woman. And he hoped she was Happy wherever she was. But Music was one of the Ways he helped. She had expected to know a few things about Moira after this breakfast of theirs, though she hasn't been able to be privy to any knowledge of Moira's sexual habits or interests."How about you, if you don't mind my asking?" Moira asked her mentor. Maybe she wouldn't be as brazen as this if she were just an ordinary eighteen year old freshman, but Moira was somewhat precocious for her age after having lived with her parents."Oh, I take care of myself, you know," Valerie confessed, surprised at. Much to my dismay her left hand was stroking his cock. He was so into her and his hands were also starting to roam all over her body. After getting over the rush of me seeing my wife like this for the first time I started to set back and take in the atmospherics, not just her. There were now bodies all around her, but the lights and motion combined with the drinks to made everything an indistinct wash of shapes and colors. She pressed tightly up against a young black man to her rear whom I. "May I?" he asked back, raising a hand near her thigh. He certainly sounded eager though in control. She nodded.He pressed his fingers to her outer thigh. It was tense with strain and hard as oak. Glancing up at her face, he saw she wasn't having any second thoughts. He explored further, tracing the groves of her quadriceps."What was it you train for?" he asked."I was a gymnast," she said, neutrally.Something in her voice made him look up, pulling his hand away. There was something behind those.