"This isn't you," Alicia said to her."I have been thinking. This would be something grandmother would neverexpect. She's old-fashion and all. Us, bein... together, would make herlose her mind," Emily smiled.Alicia felt a shiver of fear. What if Emily's crazy grandmother made hera man again? After years of hard work, trial and tribulation, and thepain of surgery it could all be reversed in one night? No, she couldprove herself worthy. Surely, grandmother-in-law would understand."Fuck," Alicia said. The women helping out at the punchbowl had been alternating their duties with two other women in the audience. The two who were on duty when the line of men finally came to an end emptied the contents of the punchbowl into two large glasses.It made me gag just to look at them from across the room!Curtis's two male assistants helped Bev to her feet again. After supporting her for a minute or two she was finally able to stand on her own. Once she was standing unassisted the two men stepped back.. Quite the opposite. I went to work vigorously. Shereacted with enthusiasm.By the end she had not one more climax but three, reassuring me that sheliked what had just occurred. It also told me that she would almostcertainly want replays on a regular basis. That would be selfish of her.In this case, selfish was good. I was delighted by the new addition tothe dynamic of our relationship. After Karma came down from the lastorgasm, she invited me to cuddle against her. I love that position,. “Okay. You have this color that I know means sadness. I think it has to do with your Army time, because when you talk about Army stuff it gets stronger. What I’d try to do is make that color fade away, or change it to the color of contentment, like a lot of the nuns have.”She drove in silence for what seemed like a long time.“I’m going to guess that what you’re seeing in me is my PTSD, Bobby. I don’t think it can just be turned off.”“It wouldn’t hurt to try,” I said.“Unless you caused some kind.