"Other that the roar of the bus in the background, I heard nothing. When she didn't hang up, I asked, "Did you really miss me?" Brian, I have somethin... to confess," she said, side-stepping my question.Her soft voice quieted me. I pictured her lips moving, the wrinkle in her brow, and the way she set her eyes when she was making a point."I'll be waiting when the bus arrives," I said, thinking that we were ending the call."WAIT!" I'm still here." I did miss you," she said before I heard the line. I moaned loudly as daddy pinched my hard nipples with his finger and pulled. I felt the sensations fully envelope me and culminate in my clit. I felt my clit elongate and rub against the warm wet patch inside my panties. I was on the verge of a nipple orgasm. I never imagined I would have one of those by someone else. I thought I could only give myself one. “Oh God” escaped my lips because I could not think of any other thing to say. I guess sometimes that is the most natural thing to say.I. Many people behave like debased pigs. The aberrations are endless, and the sheer beauty of the act, that grandiose togetherness, got lost entirely in most instances."Then take people like your parents. They are the truly unloved ones, with the diseased bodies and warped souls, the cold hearts, their withered feelings coupled with twisted minds. You need to leave them behind."I don't know much about your everyday environment. But for once, try to break out of it. Go somewhere where you are. In all my 17,000 years of sex, I have never had an experience like that! As I said to Jase, I humbly thank all of you for steering me in that direction."All of the women grinned, and Judy said, "Welcome to the 'Jase and the recliner' appreciation club. We are pleased to have you as a member! None of us has ever been able to work up the courage for a second trip. Maybe you will be the one."Seven bowed her head and said, "I don't know if I could do it again, either. Some things are meant to be.