Alluring. Sabrina had the glasses, Gwen the wine. Into the spa we settled with me between the two. The touching on each side was absolutely electric a...d I was quickly at full arousal. The conversation returned to the topic of the day and the touching seemed to be getting more intimate. Both ladies hands on each thigh took my breath away. I turned and kissed Sabrina fully on the mouth our tongues and my fingers doing a lot of probing. Very quickly I felt another tongue probing Sabrina's mouth. I insured the further neglect of the locals by steering for the opposite bank when I saw an encampment ahead, and they seemed content to avoid me as I did them, as if the river was a highway of agreement and passage. It seems the ignorant savage peoples who lived here had not invented toll highways as yet.The winds turned contrary about where another river joined mine, blowing in a steady day long hot exhalation to the sea, and the other river came from the south, not my intended direction, so. " "Marcus why? I am your mother, don't talk to me that way!" "I'm not obligated to give you any money at all, Mother, if you want to ever go to Paris again, I suggest you obey me." I could not believe my son was talking to me this way, but all I could think of was Paris. Reluctantly, I stood up, walked to the corner of the kitchen and put my hands over my head. He left the room and was gone for a few minutes. What did he mean by "teach you the same way you taught me"? Of course I used to. ======== Sophia nodded and paused in the midst of spreading strawberry jam on an English Muffin. She looked intently at me. ‘I’ve heard enough of your reports to know what this sounds like. Am I right?’ She leaned close to me, her decolletage distracting me as she did so. Pleasantly undulating curved patterns rolled through my mind. ‘Probably, you must have guessed what we were coming to.’ I nudged Sophia playfully and then explained. ‘Yes, it had the School for Sexual Expression printed all.