She performed the same muscle wrenching compression on his front as she had on his back. Syd still felt near pain as Frieda worked him over. Her large...hands were driven by the large muscles in her forearms rippling as she rubbed and pressed over Syd’s body. She finally stopped and stood back. Syd forced himself to relax into the towels atop the massage table and closed his eyes. Frieda smiled and fingered the hem of her tee-shirt. She knew the routine and approached Syd. Frieda coughed his. I’d like to take you out to lunch and my favorite spa for being such a fantastic intern this summer,” she told me.“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that! It’s been a pleasure working here. I don’t need all that,” I said, a little shocked at her generous offer.“Don’t be silly. You’ve been amazing to work with and I want to do something nice to thank you. Finish what you can this morning and we will leave around noon,” she said before turning to leave.I was excited but I kept my composure until. "So, Tom, tell me: Can a person by him or herself have synergy?"I thought about it, "I guess." Michelangelo, Da Vinci. Every artist. A man building a house; be it a lean-to of sticks, a straw hut or the Taj Mahal," he explained.I had to nod again."Tell me, Tom, where does the synergy come from?" Inspiration and perspiration," I guessed."That's some of it. What's inspiration called?"Hey, you say you're God. I can connect those dots! "The soul."He nodded. "And tell me Tom; Monday, you believed in. This really got me going. Annie had not wanted any c***dren. I knew this was crazy, but my thoughts now were entirely about making a baby inside of my mother in law...with the approval of her husband.Eddie must have cum in Darlene's mouth because she pulled away suddenly gasping and coughing a little bit from not thinking as much about what was in her mouth as she was thinking about what was in her cunt. I have never fucked any woman as fast and hard now as I was fucking Darlene. I was.