Now 30 years on it was their wedding anniversary. After 30 years - a very special anniversary she thought.A week ago as Bernard had made no mention of...any special evening, she had mentally prepared for a memorable meal at home, hopefully to be followed by a return to their former passionate loving. That evening she had laid the table carefully. The silverware polished, candles in their holders, flowers from the garden as a table centrepiece. A dozen oysters on ice in the 'frig (his favourite. . tell me, Lana. If there was some way for your abilities to have been trained so that you weren’t in danger – or not more than any other mage, say – would you still have asked to be made Tranquil?”“I do not know. I remember the dreams, but I cannot feel the emotions I experienced then. I was irrational. I do not know what I would have chosen.”“What about now? What if Tranquility could be reversed?”“That is not possible. The question is irrelevant.”“Actually ... well, just humour me. If you. I was so well trained that my hand automatically started light circles over her soft skin. There was no doubt that this time my daughter moaned.I looked at her face to see closed eyes and a contented smile. As this erotic dream unfolded she began slightly moving her hips in rhythm to my hand. In the limited light I could not see a wet spot but smelled her scent as it waft into my nostrils.After a long while her hips stopped moving and her breather told me she fell asleep. I drank in her. It seemed that we had flicked a switch. No more fingering followed by basic missionary sex. Licking, sucking and playing with the dildo and then wild sex. No always doggy style but cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Our sex life had gone to a whole other level. But I knew that on her days off she would be watching videos while I was at work. I had a hard-on just thinking about what she might be looking at. But I knew after threesomes and gang-bangs she would tune into the bestiality sites. I was ok.