It was like a dream. A wet dream actually. She parted her lips and take the head of my cock into her mouth. She slowly worked her tounge around the he...d and was driving me crazy. It took all I had not to push my cock down her throat but I was able to restrain myself. She pulled off my cock and asked "Did Granny make it better?" "That felt so good Granny but the pressure is still mounting." She said " Well let me see if I can help you out some more." She then opened her mouth wide and started. Only I went through something forwards, backwards, sideways and inside out all at the same time. There was a single moment in time when I felt, flat as a shadow, or smaller than an atom, or ... something. Even today I cannot find words to describe it. The apprehension I felt inside my bubble of calm reminds me of something I read by D.H. Lawrence."Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, canceled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion?"When my consciousness. She’s looking stunning. She turned the lights off. There are candles lit on the table and a wine bottle and two wine glasses.Chloe: So what do you think?Me: Is that a new dress?Chloe: Yes it is!Me: And I see there’s wine, candles.Chloe: Is it not good?Me: What? It’s great!Chloe: I thought we could have a romantic night, some wine, make love. Sleep together.Me: Sounds great to me!We both sat on the chairs. She on my left.Chloe: I didn’t know what to do, I’m not good at this.Me: You did. What happened to the body shy Gwen who would not change in front of me two weeks ago?”Turning slightly on her side, lifting up a bit on one elbow as she faced Steph and the others, Gwen considered. She knew, academically, that she was different lately, but it all seemed so normal she could not really figure out how to say so.“I dunno, I think, um, well, it’s kind of embarrassing to tell you...”. Gwen spoke slowly, with considerable thought, she could not tell them everything, she knew that..