My first instructor in the basic sciences behind regeneration was a creature that couldn't be described as humanoid in any respect. If I had to take a...wild guess, I'd say it evolved from something like a toad. The one meter-high body was round and bloated-looking, the legs were short and squat, the arms just long enough for the digits to clasp in front of its chest. The head sat directly on the shoulders with no apparent neck between them. Apparently, it was incapable of making the sounds. Soon he began to remove his trousers and she moved to lend a hand, breathing softly and half-beginning to cry again. Once that was done, he held her again until that wave of worry passed.He gently touched her legs, upward and pressing his hand against her panties when he reached them. He raised his hand to the waistband and returned, now against hair and skin. His fingers touched her, finding her as damp as he thought she would be.Her physical desire was very strong, and the way she soon gasped. The Saunders family consisted of Ben and Rob. Ben, Rob’s father, was a retired horse trainer that had wanted to get away from the commercial side of the equestrian world. Rob was 18 when we met and we really got along great. He showed me how to do everything around the farm and made me feel like I belonged. He even took me to my first high school dance. 4 years ago though, everything changed. Ed passed away and left our lives shattered. Ed had become my father and I was devastated at loosing. Little did I know how lucky I was about to be. Michelle and I sat down on her patio lounge chairs. We both drank too much wine and the chemistry between us was obvious to both of us. Michelle joked “hey why waste our time; let’s hit the hot tub, Jim”. I took off my shirt and shorts and Michelle did the same. She commented “not bad for a fifty-seven year old man”. We hopped into the tub and the water swirled around us. We both had too much wine and I tried not to notice that Michelle’s bikini.