“Nebo -- I love you,” I said.“I love you, too.”“May I touch them?” I asked.“You may.” I ran my fingers along one of his tentacles, fee...ing his smooth, green skin. “They’re not sensitive to touch,” he explained, “not any more than the back of your hand.”“They’re sensitive to nerve impulses,” I remarked.“That they are.”I let it snake between my fingers. It was so supple without any internal structure except the fine muscles under his skin that allowed it to move. “I imagine they’re. Finally. She kissed his neck, inhaling the scent of him… breathing so deeply it was as if to imprison him within. She felt his strength, her lips tasting his skin as she ran fingers through his hair, traced his face, touched his beard… kissed his mouth, darting her tongue in and out. Slowly she began the seductive dance down his chest, unbuttoning the shirt to nip at fine, dark hairs, twisting them playfully in her fingers… rubbing her cheeks against his belly so that she could feel his soft. I stared back in silence. After a while Mudar's face broke into a small frown, and his eyes were totally without warmth. "I've spoken several times about this issue, even with Abdul Quddus himself occasionally, on why we allow the Lion to maintain such independence from the Priesthood. What is your opinion?" My opinion Grand Mufeto, is that the Lion exists as described in the Book of Bel'dar." I bowed my head slightly as required, waiting patiently for him to continue."Do you know Ilias, that I. Kissed me goodnight, telling me not to wait up and headed out the door. I retired at my usual 10:00 and imagined several of the possibilities. I eventually drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened as my wife slid in next to me. She was naked, and her skin felt hot to the touch. It’s almost as though she had a slight sheen from perspiration over much of her body. I also noticed the distinct scent of arousal! I reached my hand around her torso and cupped her right breast. She immediately flipped.