There's no reason to try to shrink down to who you were in high school. You're the woman you ought to be. Don't think guys don't notice you and admire...you, either. And if your husband can't see that and love it, he's a damned fool who's forgotten how he used to look at the moms when he was in high school." Really," she said, thoughtfully. And then she switched the conversation to storytime sessions at the local bookstore.We talked about that kind of stuff for a few more minutes, and then she. I pulled her top over her head and she took off her bra, releasing those amazing breasts. I pulled first one nipple then the other into my mouth, sucking on them and making them hard. And as they got hard, so did I. She dropped to her knees, pulled my shorts down, and took my cock into her mouth. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared between her lips and reappear. She deep-throated me, gagging a bit, and made sure she got my balls involved as well. I took her head between my hands. It was also some sort of metal, and attached to a fine chain, but it was yellow in color, almost the color of the sun, and it was untouched by the invisible hunger that ate away most other metals. It consisted of a short vertical bar, with a shorter horizontal bar attached to it, nearer the top than the bottom. The vertical bar was the length of Seth’s little finger, and the horizontal bar was nearly half that long. The symbolism of this talisman still inspired mixed feelings; some among them. And also we should look at what we "feel" in a tactile way, as opposed toour inner feelings. How something is smooth, or silky, or constraining,etc. "Feelings" and "Feel" are so intertwined.Since we were talking about a Beauty Salon:The first time your mother, wife, BFF or Mistress took you to a BeautySalon, what were your feelings?Or maybe you went to the Beauty Salon because you wanted to? Maybedifferent feelings?Is it possible to describe your feelings as tightly wound rollers coveredyour.