I nodded and told her to lead the way. We passed through the living room and upstairs to my master suite where we sat in the sitting room listening to...soft jazz and drinking wine. The conversation was about how much Gina and Becky wanted to share me along with enjoying each others body. I stood up telling them to meet me in the bedroom. They wanted this and I was going to give it to them. I lit candles throughout the room while they kissed and undressed. Of course I sneaked peeks at Becky while. Living out of hotels, gave him the privacy that he needed for his secret life. Day by day.. he would add women that he chatted with to his friends list. Some, he never connected with again, others were more regular; but, nobody really "clicked" with him.After a career change, he settled in a nice job in his hometown. No longer traveling on the road, but still frustrated in the bedroom, he knew that his chatting would have to be more secretive, more sneaky, with is family constantly around. Yet to date I have not yet achieved the ability of being aware and awake in my dreams.I will describe this one I call my Shaman's Dream.Exploring a forest and I am following a stream. The forest has a feeling of being ancient. Before me the ground rises slowly, a mountain before me in the distance. I approach a cliff, which sticks out from the mountain, like a gray and brown massive wall. And in it a narrow crack, 20 feet wide and some 60 feet deep, filled with a clear pool of water, which. “You're very tense here,” the young man said softly while kneading her deltoids. “I should think that with a couple of sessions a week we should be able to get you up back to snuff.” The strong soothing hands felt wonderful on her body and, when Sergio squirted warm oil into the small of her back, she sighed happily. He worked in silence for the next ten minutes, the room quiet except for the soothing jazz coming out of his portable CD player. His hands worked on the area just above her.