I really can't see what I'm doing." "Its okay. Here..." she then lowered his pajama bottom and exposed the top part of her butt. I started to car...fully and softly massage near the top of her butt crack, softly at first and then seeing as it was not hurting her, a little more firmly. I had read a book on massage a few years earlier, and was trying to remember what in the hell I was doing. Of course, it was a book on sensual massage, but if it worked it worked. I started to use my finger. It was a blast. After a couple of hours the tank was getting low so I turned us back and asked if she was getting hungry."What? You're going to feed me? Like a real date?" she teased. "Where ya going to take me?" How about the badest, nastiest, low-life biker bar in town?" I laughed."Icy!" she cooed. "So am I going to see some real bad-ass bikers for actual?" Bad as they come, around here, anyway," I admitted."They have chains and knives and everything?" she asked. "Maybe we'll see a fight.". Chloe-Celine stayed her hand, unsure as to how much more of this he could be expected to take. Her fingers remained poised and ready upon the dials as she intoned her softly spoken suggestion for a third time.“…You remember that special smell, …that special word don’t you?…”Her voice was calm, reasonable. Modulated with sympathy for his evident suffering.She didn’t however wait for any sort of muffled reply from the anonymously hooded male subject before continuing on her one sided discourse. He still hadn’t decided if he wanted to go career or not. I was going to have to talk to him about that. Despite what I had told him about not interfering, that simply wasn’t realistic. It was much too dangerous to put him into a combat situation, not for his sake, but for the sake of those around him! In Afghanistan, for instance, if the Taliban and Al Qaeda knew that the son of the U.S. President was around, they would be making human wave attacks for the chance to capture or kill him,.