Door open again, and what must be her, returns. Now, a painted and feathered mask cover her face, as she walks in. Carrying two candles. The music cha...ges. Still just quietly in the background. But from the classical orchestral, to a vocal chanting kind. Can not determined if it is more Indian kind, or maybe some church music kind. Standing at the head of the bed, she looks down at me. She must be kneeling down behind me, as suddenly her chest was just right above me. As she leans forwards, her. ." That what?" It's just that sometimes I get this funny feeling that everything is unreal. That I'm just a character in a story." Interesting. Well, We'll discuss this at greater length in our next session. Our time is drawing to a close now." Thank you, Doctor. It's been very helpful talking to you."As he went out the door, he glanced back. Damn! He could have sworn that he had been talking to someone else these past 45 minutes. The good doctor was feminine in a matronly way, with. Jessie giggled and threw her arms around my neck. “That was so hot you watching us like that; it made me super horny. She tastes great, though, doesn’t she?”“You taste better,” I commented.“Awww, you’re such a liar. I know she tastes better than me. It’s all the damn fruit juice and smoothies she drinks. It makes her taste sweet. Mine is more tart.”“Well, I like a little spice,” I said with a smile.“If you had us together, you could have a sweet-tart,” she said with a giggle.I brought my hand. ” I made with the fingers. They nodded. “And you all can read and write and stuff, no handicaps I should know about?”They shook their pretty heads. One said, “Our names are really May, that’s me, June and she’s the youngest, April. Our mother wasn’t very imaginative. She ran off, our mother, with a piano tuner Daddy says, but he’s always joking.”I was thinking fast, thinking about two things at once, bedding these beauties and finding them work, not necessarily but probably in that order. “OK,”.