"Remember that sense of focusing beyond focus," he reminded us as we settled into our now familiar spot on the cavern floor. "You must strive for an e...er smaller focus point. Right now your sense is dancing around the molecules, not quite able to lock on them, but before you can lock on a larger object, you must be able to lock on an individual molecule within it."Easier said than done apparently, as we once again spent several hours chasing our sense of focus in and out and around a not quite. Even my grandfather rode in from New Haven to watch his granddaughter get married. It was surreal, watching him enter the church and be ushered over to sit next to my grandmother, his estranged wife. I was seated one row up and listened with trepidation, half expecting a big ugly scene to unfold."Good morning Mary Catherine." John Francis."That was it. They had last spoken at the funerals for two of their grandsons seven or eight years previous to the wedding. When the wedding was over, my. Are your nipples getting nice and sore? I asked as I grinned down at her. Ooo yes, she groaned, theyre getting so tender just to touch. I got off the bed and went to the chair where Id tossed my clothes. Marg watched as I picked my pants up and slid the leather belt from the waist. Hands on head, I said with a grin. Marg unhesitatingly clasped her fingers behind her head and lay back with her tits pushed upwards by this position. Well see how you like getting your tits belted, I said with a. . in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more and more. And Tricia could not deny much longer that she was getting some good lays! He turned suddenly to her and whispered, "you know sweetie, if you'd just wise up to what you really like, you'd be a really groovy chick!"Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father might overhear her husband talking to her like this."Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that... I'm your wife... not some chick!!!"Ike was.