The image of her son's body, his erect penis always in her mind. Her body was aroused, her nipples hard and sensitive, her vagina hot and wet.Her hand... seemed to have a life of their own as they stroked her hot skin. She fought hard to keep them away from her breasts and groin. She had not done this since she had married. Why now? Why was she feeling so sexually charged? She had to have relief or she would never sleep. She gave up the fight and her hands went to her breasts and began to caress. I am a brilliant researcher myself, but unfortunately my former employer suffered a...mishap...before I could learn how all of this worked." Ethan gulped, staring wide eyed at the mad man in front of him. "Please let me go." He begged again, though it still had no effect. McGreuter continued as if Ethan hadn't spoken. "I may not know all the principals of operation, but I do know enough to use it." Then McGreuter grinned evilly. "And that my dear boy is where you come in. You are going to. But there can’t have been another semi in London with a garden as gorgeous as this!It was lush and green and a riot of colour. It was full of tall shrubs and ferns and things that looked like bamboo and palm with a tropical feel. How on earth did any of this grow in London?I stood in awe. I could only see a dense thicket of rain forest and a canopy of vines on a lattice and a narrow path of yellow patio stones snaking around a corner. I couldn’t see much. I called out “Hello?” and walked slowly. He was certainly a more attractive person (looks, personality, and class) than any other boy or man I had ever dated. Lastly, I wondered why I was making such a big deal about being the last virgin in America on her wedding night.After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to Robert's question, we went to the hotel room and I have never regretted my decision... That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I was shy and embarrassed.He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching.