My mind was hanging on that 'we' in her last statement. All I could get out of my mouth was "Jenn..."To which she replied, "Chuck..." and landed anoth...r kiss.Oh, well...That rain on the truck softened enough to make a noticeable difference."One more. Then I think I can drive," I said to her. I kept the 'with a massive erection' finish to that sentence to myself.When she sat back in her seat and buckled her seatbelt, she looked happy. I don't know why she was so damned happy. I had thoughts. When you are under hypnosis, I am only a guide to channel where you want to lead your lusting desires, as they devise how to get in your mother's pants and screw her. It would certainly seem that any one of those ideas or perhaps a combination of two or more might be woven to make the fabric of your dream be realized as implanted memory. Let your subconscious work for a few days on being creative, before we venture into the area of actual contact between you two. We are almost done with our. Maria now felt very weird, like something strange was afoot.?Tom, where is this party?? Maria asks. Tom does not respond, he just turns down another road that she has never seen before.?Are you lost, honey? You can tell me.? Maria?s words might as well have been spoken to a rock as Tom just keeps on driving. The uncomfortable silence of the other four guys makes her even more nervous.?Tom, why won?t you say anything?? Maria asks, starting to get scared.Just then Tom turns down another road, it. She was a slightly older woman with a gentle, easy-going, demeanor. She warmly welcomed us into her home and led us into a small, dimly-lit, room. As soon as I entered I was overwhelmed by the aroma of the candles that burned around the perimeter of the room. The room was barely large enough to fit a couple of chairs and a standard massage table in the center.Maria gave us a brief description of her service, and how our massages would proceed. She then asked Kathleen to remove her clothing and.