What in the name of the Immortal Emperor are you supposed to do now?" He looked questionably back at the book "Drink it? Inhale it?"The book stayed qu...et."Well. At least it doesn't smell so bad."It didn't. It was soothingly pleasant.Neil's vision wavered for a moment."Aha! You inhale it!" He looked accusingly back at the book "But then I suppose it's not a good idea to drink a concoction with boot polish in it!"The vapour started to twist; Neil struggled to focus on it."Whoa, strong. ”“Yeah, they used to call me Mr. Bear,” he said with a smile.She came over to him and held him. It was soft and sweet, friendly and caring. She didn’t want him to think that it was all about sex for her, either. She wanted so much more than that from him. She didn’t want to have sex so much as make love, over and over, for hours at a time. For her, what had happened, it had diminished the meaning of sex substantially. It had totally cheapened it. It had to be more than that to be meaningful and. She looked ecstatic until I picked up her box and started walking away.Flying home from France on a recent trip I noticed a rather haggard looking mum walking into the customs area with eight children all under age 10. Collecting their many suitcases, the nine of them entered the cramped customs area.A young customs official watched the large entourage in disbelief, “Ma’am,” he said, “do all these children and this luggage belong to you?”“Yes, sir,” the lady said with a sigh, “they’re all. “Hi” she said softly as my heart raced looking into her eyes,” my name is Isabella, are you new in town?” I told her about my business trip as best I could with my heart racing and my pussy getting wet. As we went about the class she walked around giving a soft touch on my hips or shoulder as she walked by. I had to concentrate to not moan with pleasure as she did. After the class was over I decided to hang back, I was glad I did because she invited me to hang out in the sauna until closing.