I shovelled another fork load into my mouth as I just started at her breasts and nipples.Laura got up, placed her coffee on the table to her side and ...eant over the table. She reached for my hand with the fork and placed it on the plate. She kept hold of my hand, twisted it so that my palm was facing upward and brought it to her breasts. My hand took over and did exactly what her eyes were pleading me to do. I brushed my hand over her dangling breasts, stroking her nipples with my hand as I did. I mean, what has gotten into you? Iknow I've had these fantasies, but this is getting to be a little much.You don't even like these things, so why are you doing this? I mean,you're making me take hormones, aren't you?" I asked, worried a bit aboutthe answer, too."I really wish you wouldn't have asked that, Michael, but since you did, Ihave no choice but to show you," she replied, quizzically. She led meover to our computer and went to a website. It was titled "You Make Him aHer". I was in. Floating vertically directly in front of me was a carpenter pencil thin, dark stone? wedge shape rod. It was maybe two and a half feet long along the edge facing me was ting black etching.A voice from the upper left quadrant of the clouds spoke. As the voice spoke I exhaled a bright green cloud of gas/ energy? The cloud moved downward. It was like I was giving something back. I dropped down some in relation to the rod like the marking of the passing of time on a clock. The movement of a hand.. And I came after the 4 days of trip when I reached home she was so happy to see me, she asked to get fresh up and mean while I will prepare something to eat then she asked about the trip while having breakfast, then she said that she was really missing me a lot in 4 days and was waiting to see me back, and she asked if I missed her to I said yes,Slowly we were getting very close and when my uncle came he was so happy to see my aunt because as he could make out the care what she was giving to.