I wondered who was directing the cameras.There was a certain symmetry about the way two people sat at each of the stations along the River. I guessed ...hat meant there was really no room for me. I didn't want to break up what seemed like such natural positioning. I was about to continue on and leave the eight to their meditation. I could come back later."Brian," Samantha whispered. Had it been any softer I don't think I could have heard it. I stopped and looked toward her. She held onto Rhonda. My wife looked at me oddly, and all I could see was Fiamma standing there holding her breasts and winking at me. When she turned or bent over I could imagine her in that purple and black lingerie, just a little see through so I could see her perfectly shaven smooth legs. I began to sense myself getting hard at the thought of all this and had to excuse myself from the kitchen, only to see. Thats all you need. Fiamma wink at me again. I dashed up the stairs to the bathroom to take a breather. . Luckily I'd packed plenty of shorts, but it was quite a contrast to the weather I'd left behind in Colorado.Apparently, the Institute or Emily's parents had arranged for a limo. Chad, the chauffeur, looked very official in his tuxedo and cap; this image was slightly marred by his quick smile, goatee and surfer attitude. Ignoring the various 'Dudes' and 'Mans' that peppered Chad's replies, it was soon apparent that his carefully crafted surfer image masked the very intelligent and educated. Things will back up and stop working. Robert is already old enough for sperm to be dying in him, he needs to keep things healthy. A man doesn’t keep that working and blood vessels will turn blue and break and I’ve read all about this.” I silently questioned the medical validity of this but decided a sticky bun needed my attention more.Lavi suddenly blurted. “We’re doing it plenty. Trust me.”Her grandmother, “You and him, not just you and the shiksa because you’ve always been kind of “ she waved.