" He smiled gently, seeing the distrust in her eyes. "Through me, Cassiel, through our love, we can bring forth a child that will help man make those ...hanges."She stared into his eyes, wondering how she'd ever got here. How had she come from her Aunt's house, where snow whirled and twisted in the wind, to a place of such tropical beauty to be confronted by a madman? That is if she were truly here. Perhaps this was just a dream and she only had to deal with this crazy person until she woke up.. "I asked if she did anything else besides watch? Trying to lure her into admitting she was turned on and possibly touching herself to the scene.She said, "Not yet, but when Christine became louder, my Mom called her a stupid cunt or whore or something and told her she'd better shut up before she wakes me up. Then Mom told her to stand up and take her nasty panties off and hand them to her which Christine did. And I got an eyeful of her pretty bottom, bright red now but with no tan lines at all.. Sitting on the toilet I relaxed and let the liquid out. It was almost as good as an orgasm, the relief.I jumped back into the shower and washed again. I figured it was time to play with myself. I had to be careful because my clit was really sensitive. This time I decided to play with my nipples. I turned around and let the shower spray hit them directly and alternated twisting them both. This has always turned me on. My nipples are not huge, but when they are hard, they are prominent. I have. He finished it off anyway, not caring, then ran to the bathroom, having to go potty. When he got to the bathroom, he saw himself in the mirror and stopped, forgetting about going potty. He saw his Mommy looking back at him, but with all her clothes wrinkled and her makeup smeared. Realizing that this was him in the mirror, he touched his face feeling it. He put his hand to the ear ring, and tugged it gently, surprised at how it felt. He stared at it in the mirror. He had a hole in.