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Driving in Snow Ch. 01

By: QPwC



Synchronistic rescue by soul mates leads to sacred sex.

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy, written as a way of exploring some possibilities of synchronicity as well as psychic and sacred sexuality.

This story is hard to characterize. It clearly fits in Mature, Erotic Couplings, First Time - several times over, Romance and even a unique form of Group Sex. There is enough nudity to add Exhibitionists and voyeurs and even some Anal. It is long so I put it in Novels. What I hope is that it will inspire enough other writers to write spiritually based stories that we can add a new category of 'Spiritual Erotica.'

Chapter1.

Conference.

The conference featured a number of interesting speakers, was reasonably priced, both for the conference and the hotel. It was scheduled for the beginning of March in a Midwestern city. I decided to go and decided that I would make this a side trip on my drive from my winter quarters in Florida to my summer home in upstate New York. The conference ran from Thursday to Sunday noon with a day of pre-conference activities.

The trip out was uneventful until Monday evening when I visited a New Age bookstore that was going out of business across from my motel. The proprietor had just died at age 97. Much of the inventory was used books, many classics which were long out of print. They also had many books published in India. When she died the inventory and purchasing records were in such a mess that her relatives decided just to liquidate the entire stock rather than try to organize returning those books that could be returned to the distributers and publishers. I let my intuition run as I selected books and ended up purchasing over fifty books, most at 90% off. I even found myself picking up a hardcover copy of an old friend, the full version of Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land." I decided that I would come back this way and spend a full day here.

The next day looked like an easy run to the conference site, about a five hour drive, mostly on interstates, first west and then north. The next morning I discovered that snow was predicted for late in the day. My destination city looked to be at the southern edge of a large storm. It looked like it would be hit with 1-3 inches starting about the time I reached the conference hotel. I thought: "Well good, it will be fun to see snow again as long as I don't have to drive in it."

I had only been on the interstate about one half hour when traffic came to a complete stop. An eighteen wheeler had sideswiped a second one on an overpass and the second truck spilled it's cargo of large pipes over the bridge completely blocking everything. I was completely blocked in with no way to turn around or otherwise do anything but wait. It took over three hours to clear the trucks and pipes enough for one lane of traffic. Finally rolling again I thought: "So much for a short day of driving."

Two hours later I came up on another blockage but this time there was an exit off the interstate. I got off, gassed up and consulted my computer navigation program. I found that I could detour into the next town west and back onto the interstate or use a road about 10 miles north of the interstate which went northwest straight to my destination city. I thought: "Fine, I'll use the shortcut, maybe I will even make up some time."

For the next hour I did make good time but then it started to snow and it was not just a light dusting. I slowed down more and more as conditions just got worse and worse. I realized that I had seen no other traffic on this road, not a single vehicle of any type and only an occasional farm house or barn off in the distance. As the snow accumulated it was clear that there were no tracks for me to follow, only marker posts along the side of the road.

I was getting worried as the snow accumulated and visibility continued to drop. One marker post was disappearing before the next appeared. I turned on the radio and found that the storm had shifted further south and they were now predicting up to a foot of snow. I checked my cell phone and discovered that I had no signal. No way to call for help. Dusk came and went and it was still getting worse. The GPS was still working and was showing me that I was still about thirty miles from the outskirts of the city. An hour and a half at my present twenty miles an hour. The wind was picking up and the snow was beginning to drift. Things were really starting to look grim when the front bumper started occasionally plowing snow.

I had no shovel in the car and did a mental inventory of things in the car and concluded that I had nothing I could use as a substitute. I was wearing shoes, not boots and my coat was marginal at best for these conditions although I could layer up with several sweaters.

I found myself wondering if I was going to make it. I found that I was not the least bit afraid of death but this seemed to be a weird, even silly way to leave this lifetime. I thought that if I did get stuck I could probably keep myself reasonably warm for about 24 hours by running the car intermittently. I decided that if I did get stuck at least I had my computer and would have lots of time to write final letters to my wife and kids.

I continued driving.

A profound sense of calm, of peace, settled over me.

The rightness was palpable.

I found myself thinking: "Whatever happens -This is beauty."

The snow continued to fall. The wind continued to blow.

A few more miles went by.

Rescue.

Suddenly I saw a light ahead and found someone was plowing a driveway using a tractor with a bucket on the front. I stopped and asked: "How far to the nearest Hotel or Motel?"

The tractor driver looked at me as if I was crazy and said: "You won't make it."

She was wearing a furry parka with the hood pulled tight around her face. Nonetheless I could see beautiful eyes and a gentle smile.

She raised a finger, picked up a microphone and started talking on a radio in her cab. I could not hear the conversation over the sound of the tractor engine. She replaced the microphone and told me that I was invited to stay with them. She said that I should drive my car into the barn but pull it all the way up so that she could park the tractor behind me.

As I walked back to my car I found myself smitten. She was radiating a wonderful energy. We were resonating together. I found myself in love or lust, I wasn't sure which. I told myself : "Down boy, you're older than her grandfather for heaven's sake." As I reached my car I found my energy shifting - A mantra was running through my head: "Om Mani Padme Hum."

"Om Mani Padme Hum." - An invitation to become aware of self as the Buddha of compassion - An invitation to become aware of self as the Buddha.

It took several tries to get moving forward again into the plowed area but I did and turned down the drive. The house and attached barn slowly came into view through the blowing snow. It was clear to me that had the girl not been plowing the drive I would not have noticed the house. I felt very thankful.

I parked my car as directed. They had an interesting fleet of vehicles: a top of the line Mercedes sedan, an extended cab long bed dualie pickup truck and a little roadster. The top was down on the roadster. I was getting out of my vehicle when a large SUV pulled in and also parked in the barn.

I found myself realizing that the energy shift from 'Love at first sight' or maybe 'Lust at first sight' to "Om Mani Padme Hum" was minuscule, the two were somehow tied together. I thought: "Thank you, Universe." Then I found myself returning to ordinary awareness. I wondered about what just happened: Reciting a mantra is not normally part of my spiritual practice and on those rare occasions that I do quote a mantra it is quite deliberate. This wasn't, it seemed to appear on its own.

The tractor then backed in and they closed the door.

The two girls came over and introduced themselves as Ann and Barbara Wells. We went into the house to meet their mother and their other sister Cindy. The vibration of the place was wonderful and the girls' mother first looked at me wide eyed, even shocked, but then gave me a big smile. I introduced myself as Matthew McCartney and explained that my friends all called me Matt.

The girls' mother introduced herself as Mary.

I knew things were neat when I noticed a Kuan-yin Statue, the Chinese Goddess of mercy, in the living room. I commented: "Kuan-yin certainly smiled on me today." This brought broad grins from all four of them. I bowed to them and said: "Namaste."

Mary replied with a bow and: "Namaskar." The others bowed silently.

We were on the same wavelength. I also noticed two large bookcases filled mostly with spiritual texts, many were new to me as well as many books I considered old friends.

In addition to a vast collection of spiritual works were two shelves of college textbooks and similar heavy reading, mostly in math, computers and science. There was even John von Neumann's "Mathematical Foundations of Quantum Mechanics." Talk about heavy reading. Additionally there were several years of both "Science" and "Nature". These books and magazines were Ann's.

They told me that they had a cat, named Samantha, but that I would probably never see her since she was terrifically shy around strangers.

Mary told me that we would probably not be plowed out until the next weekend since their road seemed to have the lowest priority of any in the county. She said: "Not to worry about food though because we have two large freezers full."

I pulled out my cell-phone and Mary said: "Try it at the far end of the upstairs hall."

I went upstairs and used my cell-phone to call my wife and let her know that I was safe, but might be stuck for a while.

I went back to my car and retrieved the conference paperwork, called the hotel and canceled my reservation.

Mary and Ann were both about 5 ft 8 and relatively thin. Cindy was about 5 ft 3. Ann, Cindy and Mary had incredibly beautiful eyes, very large, dark blue in color, with long lashes and all had dirty blonde hair with just the slightest trace of red in it, an unusual and very beautiful color. Barbara was my height, 5 11 and larger boned, not at all fat, just a big girl with nice curves. She was a golden blonde, with large light blue eyes, beautiful eyes. Mary had her hair cut short while the three girls wore their's long. Ann and Mary appeared to have medium sized breasts, Barbara's seemed larger and Cindy's smaller. They also seemed to share very narrow waists and somewhat wide hips. They were each very beautiful, each in a slightly different way. Mary looked to be in her late 20's while she had to be near 40, at least. Ann was 20, two years out of high school. Barbara was 18 and a senior while Cindy was a junior and would be 18 the next Thursday. I found out later that Barbara was actually a cousin who had been adopted after her parents were killed in a car crash. I also later learned that Cindy had lost a year of elementary school with an illness the doctors never really identified. Something like mono but not mono.

The girls were amazing to watch. They moved with a feline grace. They seemed to flow rather than walk. Many years before I had occasion to meet a professional model who would walk with a sinuous, slinky stride. These girls moved somewhat like that but unlike the model it was much more subtle and did not seem to be an affectation. They seemed to be doing it totally naturally.

Ann had been valedictorian of her class and it looked likely that Barbara and Cindy would continue the tradition.

Mary asked if I was a vegetarian and was pleased to discover that I was not since they were about to sit down to a roast beef dinner. Mary smiled and said: "Well, I guess we will just have less leftovers."

Tuesday Dinner.

We all laughed. I was feeling very comfortable with these people, just like I had known them all my life and they were obviously feeling very comfortable with me. They set an extra place for me and started quizzing me about how I came to be on this road at this time. They agreed that while each of my decisions seemed reasonable as I made it, it was a miracle that I was still alive, especially since some sections of the road had deep ditches which tended to be full of water which now had only a thin crust of ice and it would have been very easy to drive into one. Barbara pointed out that the road was known locally as 'Grim Reaper Road,' and that the locals will go far out of their way to avoid driving on it. I felt very lucky to be alive, but then I believe in miracles.

Ann had noticed that I had a Florida plate on my car and wanted to know if I had any experience driving in snow. I explained that I grew up in one of the upstate New York snow belts and started out with lots of snow driving experience but had lived in Florida for twenty years now. Ann looked wistful and said: "Lucky you."

I stated that when you trust the universe things often have a way of working out and asked if they knew the story of the Taoist farmer. They did not so I told it:

"The farmer owned an old mare and one day this horse jumped the fence and ran away. His neighbor commiserated but the farmer said: "What is good, and what is bad? We shall see." One week later the mare returned herding a young stallion and several wild mares. The neighbor congratulated him for his good fortune but again the farmer said: "What is good, what is bad? We shall see." The farmer's only son was thrown while trying to ride one of the new horses and broke a leg. The farmer still said: "What is good, what is bad?" The next week the army came through the area conscripting young men, but the son had a broken leg and was not taken. What is good, what is bad?"

I commented that I had a number of experiences in my life that were very like that.

The conversation continued as a spiritual discussion. Mary explained that she was sometimes psychic but: "It usually turns off just when I need it."

I laughed and said: "So does mine. Of course we tend to think we need it when we are most stuck in our personality and thus we turn it off."

We agreed that it was important to trust intuition and we had a long discussion on the nature of intuition. Mary said that: "All the disasters in my life happened when I refused to follow my intuition."

At one point I went to my car and brought in my bag of spiritual stuff and gave them a set of my spiritual writings. Ann, who had been sitting on the sofa with her legs in a lotus, uncoiled herself gracefully and went to a bookshelf and took down a three ring binder containing a draft of a book she was writing titled: "The Integration of Intuition." She handed it to me.

We talked on about various aspects of things and found ourselves in complete agreement on such things as the reality of reincarnation, that the true "us" is our essence as opposed to our personality, how this essence transcends death and rebirth while the personalities do not, how we work projects over many lifetimes, how we travel in groups, working together, loving together, keeping most of our karma within the group, that we each come into human manifestation with a mission, a dharma, and that mission is unique for each of us, but that we may cooperate in doing them, and how members of the spiritual family can incarnate anywhere and the law of synchronicity will bring them together at the right time. We agreed that most of the time we were totally unaware of all of this and that most people never had a clue.

The discussion continued.

Each of the girls demonstrated a wisdom which was out of all proportion to their ages. Ann in particular was quick to point out subtle ramifications of various ideas which we discussed. Occasionally Ann would apply a humorous twist to what she was saying and would have us all laughing. Mary in particular had a really joyous laugh. Barbara didn't say much, but what she said was very powerful, very deep. Cindy's comments sparkled. Mary alternated between driving the conversation and just listening. I was surprised to find that I was actually channeling answers to some questions. This had only happened once before in my life.

Ann's voice was amazing. Commanding and yet soft, lyrical and sensual, even seductive.

I pointed out that: "When we are in tune with our higher nature we tend to create win/win situations and the easiest way to really win is to help everyone else to win. Thinking that we can win at someone else's expense pulls us away from our spiritual center which is our source of true power."

Recognition

I commented that: "I feel that being here is meeting some old and dear friends for the first time."

Mary responded: "Oh yes, and I am aware of having known you before. You seem as loving in this lifetime as then."

I asked if she had any details and she replied: "Two lifetimes, in one I was a peasant girl and you a knight who always treated me, and those like me, with respect and kindness, you never had any hint as to how much I loved you and dreamed about you. I knew you had been that knight the moment you walked in the door. In an earlier lifetime I was a miller and you were my wife. You were very loving there too but you died young so we only had a short time together. I know there were many others also, but I don't have any details of them."

I gave her a big hug.

I said: "I am aware of having been a knight about one thousand years ago. Your description seems to fit my memory of it although none of the peasant girls from that lifetime stand out. Nonetheless I must thank you. It's nice to hear of some loving lifetimes, I'm aware of too many where I was a warrior."

Ann said: "I wonder if I knew you in the knight lifetime also."

She got up and retrieved another three ring binder. She opened it and leafed through pages until she reached the description of the lifetime she was thinking of. She put a piece of paper in it, closed it and passed it to me. I set it aside.

Ann asked about: 'Love at first sight.'

I commented that 'Love at first sight' is often a subconscious recognition of past life contact.

Mary agreed but added that sometimes it was really 'Lust at first sight.'

I suggested that that too might be the result of past life connection usually with either heavy karma or heavy dharma involved.

Cindy asked: "Heavy dharma?"

I replied: "Dharma has lots of meanings. It literally means 'duty' and is often used meaning the teachings of the Buddha, but I am using it in the sense of life mission. Sometimes two or more souls will agree to work on something together while still in the bardo, that is, before being born or even conceived."

We explored this for a while.

I pointed out: "This recognition is facilitated by the fact that the people involved may have similar spiritual vibrations. These work in ways which are analogous to physical systems. Resonant systems have energy moving back and forth between two different storage forms as in a pendulum which is all kinetic energy, the energy of motion, at the bottom of the swing and all potential energy, the energy of position in a gravity field, at the top of the the arc. A better example is a tank circuit as used in a radio. These circuits have a capacitor which stores energy in an electric field wired to an inductor which stores energy in a magnetic field. If two tank circuits are brought close together such that the magnetic fields overlap they will transfer energy back and forth and may actually shift frequencies such that they are resonating together at exactly the same frequency. When a similar effect occurs between humans the feeling tends to become one of glorious bonding."

Ann beamed: "That makes perfect sense to me." Cindy and Mary looked confused. Barbara just smiled slightly.


Driving in Snow Ch. 01



The discussion continued.

At one point I started talking about soul age. This is one of those ideas which is obvious if you think about it but most people don't consider this aspect of things. In any event I dug out some notes that I had on the subject based on the writings of Jose Stevens. We talked about how each level of soul development has different needs and different approaches to life. We talked about how each soul age has differing views regarding: relations to others, religion, death and sex. When I got to sex I pointed out that a baby soul will mate as duty and may well be bound up in ideas like sex should be only for procreation. A young soul is apt to mate as a conquest, as a way of establishing dominance and self gratification. A mature soul is beginning to really explore relationships and views sex as a very intense form of communication. The old soul sees sex as a form of spiritual practice, a yoga, a way to union with God.

Ann lit up at this saying: "THAT'S IT! That's why I wasn't interested in any of the guys in high school. I was not willing to settle for anything less than spiritual practice, while the guys were young souls who just wanted to score."

I pointed out that this is much easier said than done. I talked about the first novel that I read which included a sex act: Robert Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land" where the lovers say to each other at the end of the act: "Thou art God." I really thought that would be how it was and when I actually had sex I was very disappointed when it was not. Looking back, it is now obvious that I was not in a space where it would have been possible.

I went on to point out that this book coined two concepts and explored a third which I thought were important. The first was "Grok" which means to understand something so completely that you merge with it. This understanding is not at all conceptualization but is instead an inner knowing, a gnosis. The second idea was "water brother" which became very popular with the hippies in the 1960's. This was a relationship built on trust, without jealousy. Very loving, very deep, very committed relationships which are permanent but not exclusive. The third idea was that most of the suffering of mankind is a direct result of jealousy.

I stated that: "Jealousy is a measure of lack of love and lack of belief in self. It is putting our personality ahead of our so called 'love.'"

It occurred to me that jealousy is a profound way of claiming our separateness. When we remember our underlying oneness true love is not only possible but actually automatic.

I stated that: "I have four children, two boys and twin girls, and the love I have for each reinforces and indeed magnifies the love I have for the other three. Most parents would probably agree with that, so we clearly have an existence proof that such love is possible. Love between parent and child is seen as a growing apart, a growing into parallelism. The functional parent sees his or her love as primarily helping the child to grow. Unfortunately many parent-child relationships are dysfunctional, sometimes this is karmic, sometimes not.

However, as soon as it is a sexual relationship between two people, the rules are presumed to change: it is supposed to be exclusive and any interest in anyone else provokes jealousy which is taken as some sort of proof of love. This is the standard view. This is honoring personality, ego, not soul, not spirit. I think that these attitudes and the games that come from holding them result in a great deal of the misery in the world. Maybe romantic love needs to be more like parent child love in that it needs to recognize the central role of growth, especially spiritual growth in the process."

Continuing: "If we use the model of earth as a school for souls. then each relationship is a classroom in that school and we function as both student and teacher. It seems to me that such a growing environment implies change in ways that what is appropriate at one time may not remain appropriate forever. For example: if a relationship is formed to balance a karma and the karma is indeed balanced or becomes so blocked that balancing is impossible it might be and I emphasize 'might be' as opposed to 'is,' appropriate for the partners to go on to other relationships. The 'romantic relationship' is supposed to be exclusive and therefore it cannot be permanent. A 'water brother' relationship can be permanent only by being non-exclusive and by shifting form as is appropriate to changing circumstances. Thus the traditional marriage, trying to be permanent, exclusive and fixed in form, is really over-constrained. Most people today see divorce as a measure of failure, but I am not sure that that is usually the case. Historically divorce was rare but most marriages did not last a long time because one partner died. Today with good health care we live longer and need divorce."

"To make a 'water brother' type relationship work the people involved need to remain in a true awareness of themselves and all of their partners as spiritual beings having a human experience. There is a huge difference between water brothers and a so called 'open marriage.' Open marriages tend to have the goal of maximizing sexual activity or at least sexual variety. Usually this emphasis on 'getting laid' draws the people involved away from spiritual awareness."

"It seems to me that the manifest God however we view he-she-it is pure love and makes all things lovable and love-worthy. Thus, I believe that the primary goal of all forms of true love is the spiritual growth, spiritual development, of the object or objects of that love. Maybe goal is not really the right word here, goal implies conscious effort and this process is generally neither conscious or effortful. In fact making an effort in this direction often spoils it. Still I'm hard pressed to come up with a better word. Purpose is possibly better but both goal and purpose imply that we love to accomplish something and I don't really think that is the case. Love is sufficient to love."

I thought for a few moments and then continued: "Maybe result is a better word. Spiritual growth for everyone concerned is the result of true love.

Implicit in this is a recognition of the role of dharma, our task in any lifetime and how being loving is aiding our love in accomplishing their task. Again this is usually not conscious or effortful. We need to remember that each person's dharma is different, unique.

True love, divine love, at its best is also balancing, returning to the center.

The role of romantic love and sexual activity in the furtherance of divine love is neither obvious nor simple. Very often, in fact usually, these activities are anything but balancing. However, romantic love and sexual activity certainly add energy and movement to the process."

We discussed these ideas for a while. All three girls, Cindy in particular, asked some really probing questions.

Likewise I remembered another description of sex as 'Sharing the sacred fire.' I also talked about how seeing my first love nude for the first time was as much a mystical experience as a sexual one. I was asked what happened when I made love with my first love and I explained that we never did make love. They all said: "Sorry."

Cindy asked if I still loved her and I responded: "Yes, I love her enough that I wish her a happy and successful marriage even though she is married to someone else. Deep down, I still love all the girls I dated. Perhaps in some cases, more now than then."

The conversation bounced around a bit.

Both Mary and I agreed that we had never had sex as a mystical experience although we both believed that it was possible and we both really wanted to experience sex that way.

We discussed how to really love and I remembered a book I had bought the night before. I went out to the car and retrieved it, together with three books on Tantra. The book was about loving as the soul. We ended up reading the first part of this book aloud to each other, passing it on to the next person as each of us tired of reading. The discussion was fascinating and a little wild.

At one point in the discussion I noticed that Samantha had quietly crawled onto my lap and was curling up and looking cute. Cindy said: "She never does that." I started to pet her and she purred loudly. Cindy said: "She almost never does that either."

We talked about relationships in general and marriages in particular as karmic workshops bringing people together to resolve old issues. I put forward the idea that to have sexual intercourse is not only to establish strong karmic bonds but also to agree to share karma.

Mary looked glum at this until I pointed out that one book I read said the sharing only lasted seven years. I also said that if people understood this they would tend to be much more careful about who they slept with.

Mary laughed and said: "Oh, yeah."

We talked a bit more about karma and I pointed out that the word literally means 'action,' specifically any action which disturbs a balance, any balance. Thus we have to re-balance that which we have unbalanced but pure love, true love which is the essence of the divine generally does not need to be balanced although it may be honored. Honoring is not the same as worshiping.

Coming back to relationships, I pointed out that when two atoms join in a molecule energy is released and that something similar happens in relationships. When a couple first come together this binding energy is released. This extra energy feels wonderful and each person may assume that it is from the other and will be permanent, while actually it is from the forming union. Once the relationship is fully formed this energy source disappears and many people think 'Oh-the romance is over.' When a relationship breaks up this energy must be replaced and both parties feel drained and may blame the other for taking their energy. To avoid this trap it is important to develop skills at pulling spiritual energy both from the ground below and the universe above.

I suggested that almost any or all human activity can be a yoga, a building of union with the divine, if we choose to use it that way.

I continued: "Likewise the energy of sex which can seem so very powerful is just one form of spiritual energy. It is a form which is easy to tap but is really not nearly as powerful as some of the higher and more subtle forms. Thus we can use sex to draw us toward or away from yoga. There is a yoga, sometimes called Tantra which literally means 'weave' and is using the senses to move past the senses. Here in the west many people think Tantra is just about sex but while it includes sex it is much more general. Tantric sex is not an easy route although it can be a very fast one. Going this way requires both courage and a compatible partner. Using the sexual act as a way of connecting to God also requires great self discipline. It is, among other things, making the act an honoring of the God/Goddess at the center of our partners being. Honoring without worshiping, not easy to do. Some older souls find it easier to just stay celibate. However, I, for one, do not resonate with the celibacy path."

I was asked what I looked for in a woman, both now and back when I was single. I responded: "Five things, and the list really has not changed from college, but the order has shifted and my understanding of them has changed a great deal. In college something which I didn't have a name for then but would now call vibrational compatibility was first, intelligence was second with something that I also didn't know how to describe then but now know as an internal spiritual awareness third, innocence fourth and physical beauty fifth. I always really wanted innocence but for a while I thought that I wanted or should want worldly sophistication. That misunderstanding brought both me and some of the girls I dated more than a little pain. Perhaps I should add sweetness and kindness to the list and maybe they are implied by the rest of the list. Today vibrational compatibility is still first, with innocence and spiritual awareness competing for second place and my understanding of innocence though still incomplete is vastly different. For example, I have come to believe that innocence is something that we can gain as well as lose."

This launched us into a discussion of innocence.

We stopped and watched a weather forecast: more snow, higher winds. Mary clicked on the outside light and we looked out the window. The driveway was totally blocked by a high drift as the wind swirled around the barn. Apparently this was common.

I got to hug each of them. Each hug was gentle, even tender, with a subtle clingingness, not overtly sexy at all but with a tremendously erotic undercurrent. . In each case it was clear that both of us were reluctant to end the hug. Nice energy with each of them.

I found myself thinking that if I had to use one word to describe these four girls, and girls seemed appropriate for all of them, that word would be 'charming.' I felt totally charmed perhaps even bewitched - bewitched, beguiled, entranced and enchanted. The funny thing was they weren't doing anything that could possibly be interpreted as 'coming on to me,' just a subtle look of longing in each of their eyes combined with easy relaxed smiles.

Ann took Mary aside for a private conversation. Whatever they talked about Mary nodded 'yes' enthusiastically. Ann then had a whispered conversation with Barbara who refused whatever it was Ann asked, with Barbara finally saying: "I'm going to wear it." I wondered what that was all about.

Mary suggested that Ann use her shower. Ann went to take a shower.

Mary asked Barbara and Cindy to help me bring my suitcases from the car to Ann's room. Cindy looked surprised and started to say: "What about..." only to be stopped short by her mother's glare. Again I was left wondering what was going on. After holding the doors while Barbara and I moved my suitcases into Ann's room Cindy picked up one of the Tantra books and headed off to her room. I followed Barbara up the stairs and found myself thinking that I had never seen a person move so gracefully while carrying a pair of suitcases up a flight of stairs before.

Mary said to me: "You have first crack at the main upstairs bathroom."

Then she took me aside and said: "Two things you should know: First, Ann is on the pill, we are all on the pill and second, I'm pretty sure she is still a virgin so please be very gentle with her."

I was floored. I said: "Mary, I'm married plus I'm old enough to be her grandfather, for God's sake!"

Mary replied: "Trust your heart."

To which I responded: "She's an extremely attractive girl by all of my criteria. I'm not sure I will be able to hear my heart over another part of my anatomy."

Mary said: "This time I am trusting my intuition, and Ann's - I know who you are and I am not worried." I felt very honored.

I went to Ann's room and unpacked enough for the evening: Shaver, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, comb, fingernail clipper, emery board, bathrobe and slippers.

Ann has a large room with a queen size bed. Her computer, a large laptop, was on a table next to her desk. She had it interfaced to a large display, a scanner and both an inkjet and a laser printer.

I went into the bathroom, did my teeth, nails and shaved and showered. Wearing my bathrobe and slippers I returned to Ann's room, kicked off the slippers and crawled into bed. I normally sleep nude but now I felt the robe might be a good idea.

Ann.

I found "Om Mani Padme Hum" running through my mind. I relaxed into it. "Om Mani Padme Hum ... Om Mani Padme Hum... The Jewel is in the Lotus... join method with wisdom to turn impure self into the purity of the Buddha."

I found myself thinking: "This is an odd time to be doing this mantra." Then I was back in it: "Om Mani Padmi Hum... Om Mani Padmi Hum..." Eventually it faded to silence.

I was starting to wonder if Ann had decided to sleep elsewhere when she finally entered her room. She had done her hair up and had applied a little bit of makeup. She was wearing silvery white satin pajamas. The top ended at the waist such that a sliver of skin was showing at her midriff. As she moved her navel came briefly into view. I told her that she looked ravishing and she laughed and asked: "Does that mean you will ravish me?"

My response was "I would not want to use the word 'ravish,' but why don't you come to bed and we will talk for a while." She lit a candle which was on the side table by the bed, turned off the room light and crawled in next to me. She snuggled up close but not quite touching. She looked radiant in the candlelight.

She said: "I've never experienced love at first sight before. In fact I thought it was some sort of fiction or just a line that guys use. When I first saw you I knew that I loved you but my mind interpreted that as loving you as the father or grandfather that I wished that I had. My heart is not letting my mind get away with that - My heart is deep into Eros. The more I listened to you tonight the stronger it became, the more I realized just what an amazing person you really are - someone who really sees the world in spiritual terms, someone who lives his spirituality."

I replied: "I felt a strong attraction that I interpreted as 'lust at first sight' when I first saw you. In fact I find myself responding that way to all four of you, but I was happy just living with that glow, that happy thought, and was certainly not expecting for anything sexual to develop. Nonetheless I find behind the 'lust' is a very deep love for each of you. Being here with you like this is opening my heart in a way that I had long since stopped believing was possible.

"However, as I explained to your mother: I'm married, old enough to be your grandfather and after the weather clears we may never see each other again. These are reasons for you to think long and hard about making love with me. The question is not only how do you feel now or how you will feel in the morning but how you are apt to feel in ten years or twenty years. I hope that if we were to make love and I want to call it that, not fucking, not screwing, but really making love - reaching for the best in each of us, that such an act would instruct your innocence without bruising it. To be honest, I'm not sure that I am pure enough, innocent enough to really do that."

She responded: "Earlier, when you were talking about unconditional love and how it was important to love people for who they are rather than who you would want them to be, even when your own needs are not being met, there was a sadness about you that touched my heart. Even though you haven't said anything about your marriage directly that sadness speaks volumes. Seeing who you are it is clear that your marriage isn't perfect or you would have not let things develop to the place where we are here having this conversation, so I don't feel that I am poaching. The fact that you are worried about your purity, in spite of hours of discussion demonstrating tremendous purity, compassion and spiritual awareness says to me that you are really coming from a pure and loving space. It would have been easy for you to claim that and take advantage of me but instead you are giving me reasons not to proceed. Loving reasons. If we can truly make love, make love as a spiritual practice then I can think of no better way of losing my virginity even if we only were to have tonight together. If we do that I will go to my grave with your name in my heart as my beloved or at least as a beloved. At the same time I will not feel sad that we did not have a full life together, to have you even for one night is infinitely better than not having you at all, and who knows we might have some future lifetime together. As you said earlier about love, love is a skill and a state of being and loving one makes it easier to love another, to love all - that the separateness is really illusion anyway. You are the only man I have ever heard of who thinks in these terms, none of my friends boyfriends or husbands is even close. But more than all of that thinking, my knowing, my internal guide, my connection to the higher parts of my being says: 'Yes.' I want to share the sacred flame with you, Yes, Yes, Yes!"




Driving in Snow Ch. 01



I pulled her to me and kissed her gently, first on the cheek, then on her nose, which prompted a giggle from her and finally on her lips. I ran my hand up and down her back as we continued to kiss, lightly, playfully, then harder, shifting into French kisses. She caught onto French kisses very quickly. Soon she was panting, moaning and rocking her hips.

We stopped for a few minutes and just held each other. We talked about the nature of resonance and how that ties to love for awhile before continuing.

We necked some more and she was getting hotter than before. She seemed to be nearing orgasm just kissing and my gently stroking her back and butt through her pajamas. She held a plateau and I began massaging her breast through her top which actually pushed her over. She was screaming: "Oh Yes, Oh yes, Yes Yes." Wow. I found her breasts wonderful and it wasn't long before her top was off and I was kissing them to her pure delight. She was medium size with large dark red nipples and beautifully crinkled areola. They stood high and proud on her chest.

We paused and talked for a while. She said: "I sense that your primary life mission is blocked, not by you - but by someone you came to support. I have the feeling that I'm part of the back up plan and this is a way to get that started."

I asked her if she had any details and she replied: "Not yet - but give it time."

I found my intuitive sense giving me a strong "Yes.," any qualms I had about bedding her were totally gone. A profound 'knowing' developed: This is no one night stand. We would be lovers for the rest of my life. My heart was singing.

We just held each other silently for a few minutes before I went back to sucking her nipples. I slipped my hand under her pants and began gently stroking her pubic hair. She loved it. My hand wandered lower and soon my index finger was in between her labia with my thumb on one side and my middle finger on the other gently massaging them which brought her close to another orgasm. My knuckle started to gently touch her clitoris and she did orgasm, again very loudly.

Soon we were fully nude. She was beautiful, hourglass figure, flat tummy, pubic triangle the same wonderful color as the hair on her head. I began wiggling a finger into her vagina. She was incredibly tight, one finger was actually stretching her but I was not finding a hymen. It took a long while, to her tremendous pleasure, for me to stretch her enough to take two fingers comfortably. Her G spot was easy to find.

We took another break and explored the idea that one route to the divine was going inward to a place where we found that there was actually only one of us.

When we restarted it took only a few minutes to bring her back to an incredibly aroused state. Then I entered her, first just my glanz and when she was comfortable with that I pushed in another inch. I moved back and forth over that inch a few times before advancing another inch. I repeated this process until I was all the way inside and she was in the throes of still another orgasm and joyously screaming her head off.

During this time I found that I was aware of something other than the sensations from below my waist. Some sort of telepathic link was forming and I was feeling her love for me every bit as powerfully as the physical sensations. She had two more orgasms before I filled her with semen.

She telepathically communicated in a voice full of wonder and awe: "Oh. Thou art God. Namaste, Namaste, Namaste."

I kissed her and telepathically responded: "Namaste, we grok."

We rolled onto our sides, I stretched over and blew out the candle. She was still deep inside my mind.

We started telepathically singing "Om Mani Padmi Hum" together. We made a wonderful duet. I had never sung this before or even heard anyone else do it. We alternated between singing telepathically and quietly out loud. Some times we were singing it as four words and other times as six syllables. The melody behind it was complex, totally new to me and yet we were always in perfect synchronization. This became more and more intense until this too reached a climax. This was making love every bit as much as the physical act which preceded it.

I felt totally loving and totally loved. We kissed once lightly and, still intertwined, went to sleep.

At one point I woke up to find myself thinking: "This is totally surreal, I just made love twice, once physically, once non-physically, to a girl who I just met but find that I really love and who really loves me, an innocent, vibrationally compatible, even vibrationally resonant, spiritually aware, witty, genius, twenty year old virgin with an incredibly beautiful body and the voice of an angel, soft and sensual. A soul mate who is playing my heartstrings like they were her harp. She also literally saved my life. On top of all that we can read each others minds." I promptly went back to sleep.

I awoke at about 3:00 AM with a very full bladder. I quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. When I returned I found that she had relit the candle and was lying in the center of the bed with a big grin on her face and her arms and legs spread wide open. I cooperated with the inevitable resulting in more loud responses.

About 6:30 I made another bathroom run and returned to find her lighting the candle once more. The telepathic link had faded. I lay down on my back in the middle of the bed and she looked confused until I told her that it was her turn to be on top. She asked how and I explained that I wanted her astride, facing me and that she should ride me like posting on a horse. I warned her to move carefully because she could easily get me painfully deep. She mounted me and was soon moaning and groaning while I was enjoying not only our contact but the vision of her bouncing boobs. Again the telepathic link formed but almost immediately we let it fade away. She was able to be somewhat less loud in her orgasms this time.

We started to get up and it was only when Ann stood that I really appreciated just how incredibly beautiful she really was. My vision traveled down her form from the top of her head, stopping to admire her wonderful face, surrounded with spectacular hair, her gorgeous neck, her picturesque collarbones, her magnificent breasts with such succulent nipples, her marvelous tummy with that scrumptious navel, her glorious mons surrounded by curvaceous hips, her exquisite legs and finally her lovely feet. I let my vision travel back upward.

I asked her to turn around slowly. She looked quizzical but complied. She was awesome from every angle.

I said to her : "You are so beautiful, all three ways."

She responded: "Three?"

I answered: "Yes, spiritually, mentally and physically."

She blushed. The blush spread from her face to her upper chest.

I smiled.

She smiled back.



Driving in Snow Ch. 02



Chapter 2.

Wednesday Breakfast.

Ann started to pull on her pajamas and said to me: "Time for breakfast - wear your robe." As we were about to leave her room she looked slightly apprehensive and said: "My beloved, as much as I love what we did and I hope we get to do it a whole lot more, I think it would be best if you slept with Barb tonight and Cindy tomorrow."

I took her into my arms and hugged her tight for a long time. She held me just as tight. Then I responded: "You really love both me and your sisters don't you."

She smiled, nodded .and said: "You do understand."

The other three were there when we arrived and each gave me a big hug.

Barbara who was cooking, with a grin that was almost a leer, asked: "Are you guys hungry after all that exercise."

Ann blushed beet red, Mary and Cindy both giggled and I just looked sheepish before we all burst into loud laughter.

Barbara was wearing a translucent red robe over a matching negligee. The robe and negligee together were opaque but the robe seemed to be cunningly designed not to stay closed and almost immediately I was presented with a nice view of a very pretty nipple. Barbara was indeed well endowed, very well endowed. They were amazingly high and firm, standing well out from her body. Mary was wearing a bathrobe, definitely without a bra and probably without panties. Cindy was wearing a large man's white dress shirt with the sleeves folded up.

Barb fixed pancakes and bacon and we all sat down together. Barbara's robe promptly fell open again and Ann said: "That's what you get for not loaning it to me."

Mary and Cindy chuckled while Barbara looked pained, but answered: "That's what I get for not wearing it in private first. A safety pin or two would work wonders."

Ann explained that Barbara has a friend Connie, they have been the best of friends since first grade, who has been trying to get Barbara to loosen up and had given Barb the negligee set for Christmas.

Mary said: "Actually, one might say that they have been friends since the day they were born. They were both born on the same day in the same hospital. They were side by side in the nursery."

Barbara finally gave up on trying to keep the robe closed as I did not seem to be paying too much attention to her front.

I was quite surprised to find that I was actually watching Barbara's eyes rather than her breasts. Fascinating eyes - beautiful eyes - beautiful bosom too - beautiful figure in general.

Somehow this lead to a discussion as to what was sexy in the way of clothing, and I was asked: "which of the four of us is wearing the sexiest outfit?"

I thought about this and said: "That really cannot be answered since each is sexy in a different manner. For example Barb's negligee is obviously very stimulating visually and her robe problem enhances the effect since 'accidental' exposure is generally even sexier. It is however, the hardest to remove and is not nearly as tactually exciting as Ann's satin Pjs. Ann's pajamas could easily be adjusted to be somewhat more visually stimulating. Your mother on the other hand is wearing a robe that would be very easy to remove."

Mary blushed slightly at this.

Cindy cut in asking: "How is mine sexy?"

I explained: "Cindy, yours is the easiest to work around and also lends itself to adjustment."

Ann asked me to 'adjust' her pajamas. I started by unbuttoning several buttons on her top (less buttons than Mary expected, I think) and then I asked her to stand, knelt down and folded up about six inch cuffs on each pant leg, finally I pulled the legs down so that the waist was about an inch above her pubic patch. Ann turned around slowly so we could admire the effect. Barbara and Cindy applauded and we all laughed. Cindy had quietly unbuttoned several buttons on her shirt, but nothing was showing.

I commented that I have always had a fondness for bare midriff outfits.

Cindy asked Ann about her evening and now I was blushing but Ann rather than getting into a thrust by thrust account took the high road and related some of our discussions and talked about the great sense of union that came with our activity.

She said: "At one point there really was only one of us, and that one was the divine."

Mary looked both wistful and sad, while Barbara and Cindy hung on every word.

Ann said that the book we started last night was very helpful and hoped we could read more of it today.

We finished eating, the girls each took their pills, and cleaned up the dishes loading them into the dishwasher. Barbara gave up even more on keeping the robe closed and she managed to give me several nice views of her matching panties.

We all went to dress and then moved to the living room. I noticed that the book on Tantra that Cindy had taken the previous evening was back but another one was gone. We meditated for about twenty minutes and then continued reading the book for two hours. By that time we were all approaching saturation and really needed a break.

As I stretched I noticed pictures of all three girls as cheerleaders. I wondered about that since it seemed out of character for these girls. Ann came up and hooked my arm in hers, pressed her hip into mine and looked at the photos too. In one picture Barbara was wearing a low cut jumper over a sweat shirt with the school emblem. She said that we needed all the extracurricular activities we could get for college admissions. She explained that the high school that all had attended was very small with only very limited extracurricular events, especially for girls and virtually all of the really pretty girls were roped into being cheerleaders.

I thought to myself: 'These girls really qualify in the beauty department.'

She continued saying that the present cheerleading coach was from Turkey, taught Turkish style belly dancing as part of the cheerleading training and that Barbara and Connie were both expert belly dancers and Cindy was learning. She also said that Connie had given Barbara a belly dancing costume and that she had not seen Barbara actually wear it. The coach also taught some Tahitian dancing but neither Barbara or Cindy had a grass skirt.

I also noticed a number of candles. She smiled and said: "There are candles in every room. We often have power outages here."

Ann then dragged me off to her room for some additional recreational activity. This time we tried it doggy style with almost no foreplay. Even so, she was sopping wet. It was really good and Ann had three orgasms before we orgasmed together. Ann's ass felt really soft and nice against my hips. She managed to be much quieter than she had been last night. This was much more normal sex, without the telepathic aspect. It was still very loving, very tender.

The telepathic link did form immediately afterward.

Ann and I took time to shower together and Ann was especially pleased with all the soapy caressing and petting we were able to do.

After we dried each other off we stood hugging and I found myself remembering a great deal about her likes and dislikes. I also knew about her joys and sorrows. I knew about her troubles in high school. Some people in high school can be really cruel, another example of jealousy in action. We talked about them some and a great deal of healing occurred. She started talking about mine and as we talked a great deal of healing happened for me as well. I felt totally loved and totally loving.

I also found that I was in a state of totally trusting Ann and being aware that she totally trusted me. I felt a profound sense of responsibility towards her. I resolved to be worthy of that trust.

I found that I really knew who she was, all her seeming foibles and mistakes as well as her successes and strengths. The foibles and mistakes, many of which she was embarrassed about or even guilty about, just made her more lovable.

Likewise I knew that she knew about all of mine and totally accepted me as I am. The sense of being totally loved while having nothing to hide was nothing short of wondrous.

I was aware that she considered me to be her 'one true love.' The age difference didn't matter. My marital status didn't matter. She loved me with a purity and intensity that was awesome.

We hugged silently a while longer then went and got dressed.

I used Ann's computer to get on the internet and checked my e-mail. There was nothing of real significance.

Dance music.

We went back downstairs and I explored their music collection. Mary had a large collection of ballroom dancing music: swing, waltzes, Latin, fox-trots and various mixes. I asked Mary about this and she said that she loved the music and had always wanted to learn ballroom dancing but had never had the opportunity or the partner. As we discussed this I happened to be holding an album of waltzes and I asked her to play it. When it started I showed her the basic Waltz step and we danced around the living room for several minutes. When we finished she kissed me on the cheek and with eyes glistening, whispered: "Thank you."

Starting Ann's book.

I started paging through "The Integration of Intuition" and discovered tremendous wisdom just jumping off the pages. The writing demonstrated an amazing ability to take ideas which were both subtle and complex and explain them in a way which made them both simple and obvious. Ann was also able to bring more than a little humor to the writing. There was a great deal of love in this work.

Although Ann wrote the material down there were many quotes from Barbara and many times it was obvious that Barbara provided a starting point which Ann would develop. Occasionally there were also quotes from Mary and Cindy. I set it down as even the little bit of it that I read was a great deal to digest. Amazing stuff.

Ann joined me. She said that, based on last night's experience, she needed to rewrite large portions of her book, but I disagreed saying: "Don't be too quick to drastically change what you have. By all means write down your new insights but also let them simmer for a while. At least keep a machine copy of your book as it is now."

We talked about her changes and at one point I used the word 'grok' and she asked me to describe "Stranger in a Strange Land" for her. I said: "I can do better than that," and I went out to my car and retrieved it for her.

Wednesday lunch.

I asked Ann about what she had done since high school and she explained that she had worked at the farm, worked on her books, practiced her violin, practiced her guitar, took flying lessons and studied a great deal of math, science, mostly physics and computer science on her own and with the aid of her high school physics teacher. It turned out that he was a retired college professor who really preferred teaching to research and was sick and tired of having to write grant proposals, sick and tired of city life and city traffic, so he moved back to his boyhood neighborhood and became a high school teacher. He told Ann that he considered her to be his best student ever including all his years at Princeton and MIT.

She said that she found it easy to just work from a college textbook, or the Internet on her own but sometimes it was hard to find good textbooks. For example she said she tried three times before finding a good text on Hilbert spaces which she needed for von Neumann's book. She was really interested in theoretical quantum mechanics and found an amazing amount of material on the web. She laughed and said that sometimes she had to login as Dr. Schmidt in order to access it. Ann commented on the various ways of approaching quantum mechanical calculations and said that she had developed still another. She had written a paper about it and had submitted it to "Science" with Dr. Schmidt listed as co-author. She had also written two follow up papers, one a double proof, first that the new technique was equivalent to the Schrodinger wave equation and a second proof of equivalence with quantum electrodynamics. The other paper was exploring a number of technologies which were only now obvious with the new formulation. All three papers were due to be published in the coming months.

She had filed a series of patents including the items in the third paper. Her inventions included solar cells with significantly improved efficiency, LEDs with higher efficiency, multicolor LED arrays on a flexible backing, a very high speed optical switch which could lead to practical optical computers, three inventions relating to quantum computers, a method for producing nested nanotubes, a method of bonding carbon nanotubes to a silicon semiconductor surface, a new class of high temperature superconductors and even a way of separating isotopes based on even / odd numbers of nucleons. Ann had only worked out laboratory processes for these products but she was sure that production processes would be possible. All of these patents were foundational, not just product patents and would be hard to work around. She said that Dr. Schmidt had put her in contact with a really good patent attorney.

She had also started a fourth and a fifth paper, one on quantum computing and another on the philosophical and spiritual implications of quantum mechanics. She laughed and said that that one might turn into a book.

She said that she was still planning to go to college but had not zeroed in on any school or major. She pointed out that with being published in a journal like "Science," her list of inventions, being valedictorian, class president, 2384 on her SAT, being president of half of the clubs in high school, first violin in the school orchestra, a cheerleader and the reference letter Dr. Schmidt was sure to write that she would not have trouble being accepted anywhere. She thought she would like to work on integrating science and spirituality.

She said: "My intuitive message has been:'Wait a little longer.' That just changed. It seems I needed to wait for you. As I said - We have work to do together - spiritual work."

Ann asked where in Florida I lived and I explained that when I retired we sold our Florida house, bought a small condo near Ft. Lauderdale and a home near Saratoga, New York. She asked about Florida colleges and I told her about the University of Miami in Coral Gables and FAU in Boca Raton but I said that upstate New York had a much better selection and that she should be looking at schools like Rensselaer or Cornell. I also pointed out that she should start tracking professors at conferences like the one I just missed and use that as a guide.

I asked her if she was a member of the Institute of Noetic Sciences. She said no and I suggested that she join.

I asked Barbara about her future plans and she said that she had applied to five colleges and was awaiting acceptance letters. With the advice of her guidance counselor she had applied to Vassar, Smith, Mount Holyoke and Skidmore with the state university as a fallback. She smiled when she said Skidmore, knowing it is in Saratoga. We talked about colleges and college experiences for a while.

I knew those schools were expensive but as a result of my telepathic connection with Ann I was aware that 'uncle George' had left the family a sizable estate such that money was no longer an issue to them. Only much later would I discover the size of their inheritance.

Later we started to discuss dancing and the various forms of it. One minor mystery was partially cleared up for me: All three of these girls move like professional models or dancers. They all had years of ballet classes when they were younger.

Ann pointed out that Barbara knew belly dancing and I asked Barb if she would demonstrate. She adamantly refused. Mary, Ann and Cindy all were pushing Barbara to do it and I put my two cents in defending Barbara's right to her decision. Barb raised her hand, ending the discussion. She looked at me for a long minute, her eyes seeming to bore into my soul and then said: "I will dance for you."

She left to change and otherwise prepare while the rest of us took care of the lunch dishes. Mary also went upstairs. After helping with the dishes, Cindy disappeared into her room with another Tantra book. I sat and meditated while the various preparations occurred. I found myself drawn to: "Om Mami Padme Hum."

Barbara's dance.

Barbara returned wearing a Bathrobe with translucent black harem pants showing below the robe. She selected a CD and put it in the player. We three all sat in the living room. Ann and I were sitting apart on the sofa and Mary was sitting in a chair next to the sofa. Samantha hopped up on the sofa next to me. Barbara looked totally panicked, as if she was about to bolt out of the room as she tried to smile first at her mother, then at me. She took off the robe and tossed it onto an empty chair. Her costume was a black bikini, strapless top and string bottom, under translucent black harem pants, and a matching harem top which ended about three inches below her bosom. A coin belt completed the outfit. Her costume really demonstrated her hourglass figure. Her navel was really beautiful.

Her mother pushed the play button on her remote control. Barbara started to dance, her hips started to undulate to the music, she moved this way and that, she bent this way and that, she moved her arms this way and that, she turned, she twisted, she twirled, she shimmied, she swayed, she was into the music, her hips undulating to the music in myriad patterns, her navel doing its own dance, she was ok, she was more than ok, she was beautiful, her dance was objectively erotic but I was responding at a different level, a higher level. It was beautiful.

The song ended. Barbara looked at her mother who nodded as if to say go on. Barbara sighed and turned her back to us. She seemed to have her hands at her chest and I did not realize at first what she was doing. Then I noticed the bikini top go slack just before she pulled it off and tossed it onto the chair with the robe. The music had started several seconds before and keeping her back to us she started to move her hips, barely perceptively at first, then with more and more motion like the start of an old fashioned steam train.

Then she turned around and her breasts were bouncing and gyrating every which way under the translucent top as she twisted and turned, shimmied and swayed but my attention was drawn to her eyes. She was staring directly into my eyes and her's were liquid fire. The room faded away, it was just Barb and I. That was the universe, undulating hips, dancing navel, wildly moving breasts, wildly moving hair and fiery eyes, liquid eyes. She was opening my heart.

Samantha started purring very loudly.

As the number ended she was facing away from me with her legs slightly spread. She lifted the coin belt clear of her harem pants and then held the elastic such that the coin belt ended up under her pants. Then she reached down under her harem pants and untied both knots on her bikini bottom and pulled it off. Her hips started undulating as the music started, moving perfectly to the music. As she turned around and looked into my eyes I found that I was looking back, looking into the liquid fire, like a beautiful blue flame, looking into her soul, looking through her soul to the God within, looking through the God within to the God that is the entire universe. She swayed. She bent. She sent ripples up and down her body. She twisted, she shimmied, undulating hips, dancing navel, bouncing breasts, but all I could see was her eyes, her eyes, her fire. Then the cut ended. She had again stopped facing away from me. She pulled the harem top over her head.

She turned as the music again started and I found I was looking at El Shaddai, the nurturing Goddess, the God with breasts. Her nipples were bright pink with a tinge of orange. But again I was drawn back to her eyes, her liquid fire, my connection to the entire universe. Movement, perfect movement, She danced, she danced for Shiva, she danced with Shiva, she danced for the cosmic dancer, she danced with the cosmic dancer, she was Shakti, the goddess of female energy. Her hips undulated in perfect time to the music. She danced left, she danced right, she danced forward, she danced back, she spun and she danced in place. She tossed her hair this way and that. Her body bent. Her body bowed, her bosom shook and I watched her eyes, her liquid eyes, her liquid fire. Once again the music ended. Once again she had her back to me, with her legs again slightly spread. She pushed off her harem pants and bent to pull them free of her feet. I watched. My heart felt like it would burst.




Driving in Snow Ch. 02



The music started. Her hips undulated, her cheeks moved like some crazy binary star, circling each other. She bent forward and the binary star was circling something else. It was not a pussy, certainly not a cunt, not even a honeypot. It was yoni, it was the sacred spot. It was her sacred spot, it was more than that , it was the sacred spot of the universe. It was the yoni of the universe. Her labia were large, engorged, red, glistening with natural lubricant. She turned to face me and again I was captured by her eyes. She and I were the whole universe and she danced, and she danced. The music stopped and she froze, one hand held over her head, the other at her side, like some incredible sculpture, beautiful beyond words. The coin belt low on her hips. With liquid eyes, with liquid fire.

Again the music started and the perfect dance continued. I watched her eyes, Part of me wanted to watch her hips, watch her breasts, watch the golden curls of her pubic patch, watch her belly, watch her navel, watch her hair, watch her yoni but instead I watched her eyes, her liquid eyes, her liquid fire. We were merging into one being. We were one being.

Then the music stopped. She fell to the floor in a heap. Samantha stopped purring, hopped down and walked off, tail straight up, tip crooked over. Mary stopped the music before the next band began. I reached down to help her stand but she wordlessly asked for her robe, somehow I knew she wanted her robe because she was now naked and she did not want to be seen naked. I walked over and picked up her robe and placed it over her shoulders. She smiled up at me as a thank you. I helped her up.

We hugged. I whispered to her that that was the most beautiful dance I had ever seen, that that was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

She said to me: "I need to be alone for a few minutes to pull myself together. Meet me in the den in twenty minutes."

I responded: "Most certainly."

Barbara started to leave the room, turned and said: "Mom, you were right, I tried this and something extraordinary and wonderful did happen." She left the room.

The rest of the room came into focus and I noticed that Mary had a calm smile on her face, while Ann had tears running down her cheeks. I noticed something else too. I was not at all aroused during the dance but now I was developing an incredible erection. I was harder now than I ever remembered being in my life. My pants were really tented out. There was no hiding it.

Ann took me by the hand and lead me to the downstairs bathroom, closed the door, dropped her pants and said: "We don't have time to really make love but I need you inside me desperately right now so could you give me twenty strokes." I was confused, she repeated: 'Twenty strokes, in and out twenty times, Please give me twenty strokes." She turned and bent over the vanity with her legs spread. I found myself sliding in and out of her, counting the strokes and I pulled out after twenty. It was a very weird and somehow wonderful experience. The telepathic link reformed and continued after I had withdrawn.

We found ourselves wordlessly sharing a sense of awe at Barbara's dance via the telepathic path. This morphed into love between us. We held it for several minutes.

We both knew we could maintain the link indefinitely or turn it off at any time. We both also knew it was proper to turn it off before I went to meet Barbara.

I entered the den right on time and sat down next to Barbara. We sat silently for several minutes with me holding one of her hands in both of mine. Eventually she said: "I can't dance like that, I just can't. I don't know how I did it. I don't know where it came from but I'm sure glad that it did. Do you know where it came from?"

I suggested two possibilities: "It might be some form of past life memory or your higher self at some level anywhere from soul all the way to the cosmic consciousness."

She replied: "I'm aware of several past lives where I was a dancer, but I don't believe that is where this came from."

She paused, then said: "No definitely not a past life. It is the universal wisdom, but I've never experienced it like that before. My normal experience of the universal wisdom is as ideas, usually very abstract ideas, not as physical behaviors. I never thought of the universal wisdom as caring about something like dancing, especially belly dancing."

I responded: "We will talk of the 'dance of the spheres' or of Shiva as the 'Cosmic Dancer,' but at another level the dance you were dancing was expressing love in a profound and beautiful way and I think that is a central theme of the universal wisdom."

She smiled, then nodded.

I then said: "I've had some experiences that were a little bit like yours, just not nearly as intense, but what you experienced seems very special. Whatever it was you held me in your spell, the room, indeed the whole universe collapsed into just the two of us, and the two of us into one, in a wonderful, even magical way."

She agreed: "Through most of the dance it was really just the two of us and you were sending me so much love that I was floating in it, swimming in it, becoming it. Mom wanted me to undress in stages like I actually ended up doing and I told her she was crazy, that no way would I do a strip tease. Belly dancing isn't supposed to be like that anyway. How dare she even suggest such a thing. She argued that it wasn't a strip tease, it was like your bit last night where you talked about the difference between drinking wine to get smashed and drinking wine in the communion. But I would not budge and finally agreed to remove just the bikini top since you had already seen my ... er boobs this morning. I just found myself dropping the rest, my mind had nothing to do with it. I still can't believe that I was dancing naked and feeling so happy, ... no that's not right, ecstatic, ecstatic and enraptured, ecstatic, enraptured and loved, totally loved. More than that, my personality was experiencing connection with you but also with my higher self in a way that I have never experienced before. Not only was I experiencing love, I was love, pure love. "

I said: "We did not have intercourse but we certainly did share the Sacred fire. The loving energy I was sending you was not coming from my personality but through my personality from some very high place. This love was not flowing to you alone, some was going to Ann and your mother plus some to Cindy, as well as my wife, my first love, my first lover, the first girl that I dated and somebody else I haven't identified. I have tried sending loving energy before but I don't remember love flowing through me like that ever before in my life, and I wasn't trying. It was just happening and now I feel that my heart is overflowing with love."

She moved to me and we entered each others arms and hugged and hugged. We kissed. A long lingering kiss, gentle but passionate below the surface. I pointed out to her: "That you were nude, not naked. Naked is being uncomfortable about being undressed while nude is being comfortably unclothed. But immediately after the dance you went to being naked. Can you tell me what happened then?"

She thought for a moment: "I went from a wonderful space to a very confused one. I'm still not sure what was happening. I really was not embarrassed at you seeing me, it was more the whole situation and finding that I didn't know who I was anymore. A whole lot is going on inside me right now. You are the first man to kiss me, the first to see me belly dance, as well as the first to see me nak, er, nude. In some crazy way I now feel embarrassed wearing clothing around you."

She pulled back slightly and slid her robe off of her shoulders. We hugged and kissed gently as her exquisite orbs pressed into my chest.

We were very relaxed and shortly we were dozing in each others arms.

Ann called to us asking if we wanted some popcorn. We said yes and Barb pulled up her robe and we walked to the kitchen.

After the popcorn Cindy went back to her reading. Whenever she had the chance she was sitting reading. First it was the Tantra books then my writings. Later she would ask me if I had anything else for her to read and I gave her permission to check out the books in my car.

Barbara said that she wanted to meditate for a while. I understood - I kissed her hand and bowed to her.

Mary pointed out the door opposite the upstairs bathroom was their guest bedroom and said that I might want to put my suitcases in there and use that room if I needed a nap or just some alone time. I moved my suitcases and took a nap. Samantha wandered in and curled up next to me.

Just before going to sleep I found myself thinking about Hilbert's mathematics and its application to quantum physics. I understood it. What a neat way to learn higher math. If it ever catches on the colleges will be in trouble. I realized that Ann was also using mathematics which was well past Hilbert's. At the time those extensions seemed obvious and trivial but I would come to realize later that this was only because I understood them so thoroughly.

I also understood her new method and the explanatory power of it. Her method was truly elegant but the math necessary for it was very sophisticated. That math will be necessary to understanding the implications of her approach, and therefore I suspected most PhD. Physicists will have trouble, in spite of her beautiful explanations. This approach will lead to a number of interesting experiments and has some profound philosophical ramifications. Physics in general and Quantum physics in particular are going to be going through some significant changes.

I then found myself thinking about her inventions and how each could be a technological revolution on its own but how each would probably require years of development before reaching market as products,

Interconnections

After my nap I started reading Ann's other book. She titled the work: "Interconnections." I started with the lifetime she had book-marked. I concluded that she may well be right. My intuition was more definite - This was my knight lifetime.

I saved her life in the knight lifetime. Now she saved mine. The law of karma works in positive ways too.

This book described fifty one lifetimes. The descriptions tended to run from one to five pages per lifetime, with one lifetime that went nineteen pages.

This was a fascinating read, amazingly well written. It was far more than a recitation of facts. Everyone seemed very real, I found myself feeling for the plight of many in the stories. She wrote it in a way where I just wanted to have compassion for everyone involved. She managed to inject a great deal of wry humor into the work. I found myself bursting out laughing several times as I read this.

I thought: "This book is definitely publishable and if she did I could see it on the best seller lists."

I would later make that comment to Ann who laughed and said that it was already in the works. She had found a publisher with the aid of a friend of Dr. Schmidt. It should be in bookstores in about four months. She said that she was publishing it under the pseudonym of 'Annie Wilson.'

She tended to describe in detail the other people she/he was interacting with. At the end she had a cross reference of twenty two other souls which showed up repeatedly. One who she named 'Lucy' was in over forty of them. Another who she called 'Samuel' was in over thirty. Barbara was in seventeen. 'Jacob' was in fifteen. 'Jacob' was the knight. So apparently I am her Jacob. I looked up the 'Jacob' lifetimes and found three that I already knew about. I also found that our interactions in all of the recent lifetimes were more dharmic than karmic, more cooperative and loving than hostile or violent. I also noted that both Ann and 'Jacob' were not always nice people. It seems that we do try it all.

I tried calling my wife. There was no answer. I left a short message.

I used Ann's computer to send a long e-mail to my wife describing my journey here. I attached "Interconnections," saying that I thought she would enjoy it.

I had just finished when Barbara came in, looking somewhat apprehensive.

She said: "I really don't know how to ask this. I've never imagined that I would ever ask a man this, but will you come to my bed tonight? Will you make me a woman? Can we share the sacred fire again?"

I replied: "I will be honored to." Then I kissed her.

She left looking happy, very happy.

I sat down to meditate and discovered something very interesting. I was not at all my normal self, I was being much more - my essence, maybe. I was aware of all my lives, not as memories of concrete events but as flavors. There was also an awareness of the bardo, the time between lives and the freedom from restraint in space and time of the bardo, as well as the need to be restrained in space and time in order to have action. It is all just so beautiful. I found myself thinking of the old Navajo chant:

"Beauty before me,

Beauty behind me,

Beauty to the left of me,

Beauty to the right of me,

Beauty above me,

Beauty below me,

I am on the pollen path."

I returned to counting my breath and all thoughts faded away. I just sat, in the moment, in the oneness, in the love. I found myself visualizing radiating light. What I was radiating was both love and chi.

Wednesday Dinner.

Just before dinner I saw Cindy returning from the barn with seven books: "Mindful Living," "A Mystics Introduction to Quantum Mechanics," three different translations of the "Tao Te Ching," the "Hua Hu Ching" and "The Art of Sensual Massage."

We gathered around the dinner table still talking about Barbara's dance. None of us could quite believe what had happened. Barbara questioned her mother about why she wanted her to do what she did and Mary explained that she had a vision that something really wonderful would happen. We all agreed it was that. Barbara asked me about what I meant by having had similar experiences.

I replied: "I think I misstated what I was thinking, or you misunderstood, if you thought I was saying mine were similar but I do have two that are worth noting. The first was during the question and answer part of my first spiritual talk. I found answers were coming out of my mouth that had not come from my mind. I was listening to the answer just like my audience. The second experience was watching the dawn one morning from my hot tub and doing an 'Om' mantra and finding I was doing it the way Zen monks practice twenty years to develop, with all the harmonics and sub-harmonics. I had never imagined that I could ever make those sounds."

At one point I asked Barbara why she belly danced.

She answered: "We were taught belly dancing as part of the cheerleading training and I found it to be a fun way to exercise, to stay limber. I never thought that I would ever perform, however. For me, it's also become a form of yoga."

The conversation continued.

Cindy was listening to the conversation in confusion and finally asked Barbara what exactly happened.

Barbara replied: "I danced nude."

Cindy screamed: "You What!?!"

Ann answered: "She danced nude and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

This launched us into a discussion on nudity.

I said that like everything else we can use nudity as a bridge to God or as a wall against God and that the choice as always is ours. I admitted that I really don't know the Bible very well but the only reference to nudity that I knew of by Jesus was the gospel of Thomas verse 37 where he spoke in favor of it as a path to seeing God, which I interpret as a proclaiming of innocence.

I commented: "If we can get past the sexual connotation of nudity it can become a powerful symbol of both truth and freedom. Truth not just in the innocent sense of being unprotected as well as not hiding anything, but in a transcendent sense also. There is also a tremendous sense of freedom in being totally open, so there is courage here too. Personally, I find that I am most comfortable when I'm nude."

Barbara smiled and nodded.

Continuing: "It is also getting past class discriminations. Historically clothes were used to indicate social status as an aristocrat or clergyman as opposed to a peasant. Going nude would be rejecting those distinctions."

At one point I went looking for "The Prophet" on their bookcase to read his section on clothing, but it was not there. I now knew a gift for these people. A most loving gift for each of them.

The discussion ranged far and wide.

Later in the living room, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, we continued reading.

When we were heading for bed Cindy asked her mother for her heavy duty scissors. Mary got them for her.

Barbara.

Barb and I grabbed our bathrobes and went together into the bathroom. I shaved, we did our teeth and otherwise prepared for bed.

I found myself thinking: "This is a weird way to seduce a virgin, for a virgin to seduce me or for us to seduce each other - if seduction it is. We are acting more like an old married couple." Then I smiled as I realized: "Or, perhaps we are acting like newlyweds on our wedding night."

We hugged and kissed.

We undressed each other. I had a bit of trouble with her bra while she had trouble with my belt. We both laughed.

We hugged and kissed some more, lightly, playfully.

We showered together and we had a lot of fun soaping each other up. and she ground her massive mammaries into my back and later my chest. She loved my playing with them all slippery with soap.

As we finished in the bathroom I found that I had shifted from excitement to a profoundly calm and centered state and I commented to her that I felt very relaxed with her, very comfortable, as if we had been lovers for many years.

She replied: "I feel the same way and it's really strange since I am a virgin and while I know about the mechanics from sex ed class, I really think that there is a lot more to it than they taught us and thus I feel that I do not have any real idea about what we will soon be doing. I only know that I am with the right man and this is the right time."

We kissed, hugged, and both had huge smiles on our faces. We wore our bathrobes from the bathroom back to her bedroom but as soon as we shut the door behind us they were on the floor and we were in each other's arms again. We stood hugging and kissing for a long time before moving to the bed. On our way to bed she lit a candle.

We kissed for a while and then I started kissing and licking my way down her body, I nibbled on an earlobe, kissed my way down her neck and on to the valley between her mountains. I kissed my way up to one peak and licked, sucked, and lightly bit a nipple. She went wild with this. I gave the other one attention before kissing my way down to her navel. I poked my tongue into her naval and she reacted with a moan turning into giggles. I moved on.

As with Ann, Barbara needed a great deal of gentle stretching before she was ready for intercourse. As with Ann, she really enjoyed the activity.

When I finally was all the way inside she opened her eyes and stared into mine. Her eyes were the liquid fire again and I found myself merging into her soul just as my body was merging into hers. I held myself over her with my arms so that I could keep looking into her eyes, while our bodies just did what they did, our attention was elsewhere. She was breathing hard yet her expression was one of a majestic serenity, of bliss.

Again I felt waves of loving energy flowing through me, going to the same people as before. I still didn't have a clue about the extra person, my mystery girl.

We orgasmed together and it was the most intense orgasm in my memory but it was really an anti-climax compared to what would so inadequately be described as the merging and the bliss that was happening. I started to try to roll off of her but she held me saying: "I like you right where you are." She wrapped her legs around me tilting her hips so that I was in even deeper. I went to sleep on top of her. Eventually we spooned.



Driving in Snow Ch. 03



Chapter 3.

Thursday Breakfast.

Barbara prodded me to get up saying; "Wake up sleepy head. It's time for breakfast."

I looked up at her and smiled, then I pulled her down to me so that one of those magnificent breasts was in my face and kissed her on a nipple while my other hand played with the other one. She moaned and laughed, we both laughed. I tickled her. She said: "Now, now, I'm hungry, I need food."

We got up and I put on my bathrobe while she put on the red negligee without either the panties or the robe. This surprised me but I made no comment.

I made my way to the upstairs bathroom only to find the door closed. I knocked and Ann answered: "Just a minute." She came out, wearing the satin pajamas. We hugged and kissed softly.

I asked her if anything unusual happened about an hour after she went to bed.

She answered: "Oh my God, Yes, I felt like I was receiving a huge hug from the entire universe, soft and gentle, totally affirming. I felt so incredibly loved. Somehow, I knew that you were doing it, thank you my beloved, thank you."

We kissed again, gently, softly. After a few moments she ground her pubic region into my upper thigh. I squeezed her rear and we kissed fiercely, dancing tongues. I turned her around so that I could push my hips and growing erection against her butt while cupping a breast with one hand and exploring her lower lips with the other. After ten or fifteen seconds we broke apart and with a huge grin she said: "See you at breakfast."

I turned to enter the bathroom and Ann started to walk downstairs. I turned back and watched her walk away. I felt like I was twenty again, twenty and in love, so in love. The crazy part was I felt twenty, not twenty one - at twenty I was still a virgin.

Barb came up to use the bathroom just as I finished.

As I waited for her I found myself thinking about Ann's answer and wondering what the receiving experience would be like for my wife as well as the ladies on the list that I had no contact with in many years. I realized there was an underlying connection, a unity, of all these people. I found myself wondering why my higher self sent love to them and I wondered how it would be received.

When Barb came out I took her hand and we walked hand in hand downstairs to breakfast. My love for Barbara was every bit as intense as my love for Ann and both were magnifying my love for my wife.

We arrived in the kitchen to find the others already there. Ann had a huge smirk on her face and had even more fully "adjusted" her pajamas with the bottoms so low that the top of her pubic patch was starting to show and the top had only one button closed. Mary was again wearing a bathrobe and Cindy was again wearing a man's dress shirt, with the top three buttons open. She flashed a very pretty bosom. I hugged Cindy and by caressing her bottom discovered that she was not wearing panties. As I hugged Mary she whispered into my ear: "Remember today is Cindy's birthday and she is now at the age of consent."

I whispered back: "Mary you are unreal."

I wished Cindy a happy birthday.

When I hugged Ann she whispered: "Thank you my darling, Barb looks radiant." Barbara was radiant.

At Cindy's request we had french toast and Canadian bacon. We used real 100% pure Maple syrup. Somehow the pure maple syrup seemed symbolic. Both for purity and for sweetness. At the end of the meal the girls made a point of taking their pills.

We had finished eating but were still sitting around the table when Cindy bounded over onto my lap, sitting astride facing me. She sat down without sitting on any part of her shirt. I ran my hands up and down the outsides of her thighs before sliding them up under her shirt up her hips and back. She whispered to me: "I want to give you a massage and maybe you can give me one too." I nodded. She whispered: "After lunch." I again nodded.

I went to take a shower and Barbara joined me. We soaped each other up and both of us were fully aroused. At one point I had the shower spray on my back and she was pressing her back into me while I played with her nipples. My cock was between her thighs. She rocked her hips back, reached between her legs and pressed my organ up into her. The angle was such that it was really pressing on her G spot and she really went wild. I usually last fifteen to thirty minutes but this time I was done in less than five. We both had intense orgasms. This was very good but not nearly as wonderful as our mergings.

We hugged and talked for a while. I commented that I felt that many problems in my life just seemed to fall away after we had made love, that I understood how the universe worked much better. It seemed that we were sharing wisdom. Sharing wisdom wordlessly. She agreed.

I told her about 'my mystery girl' and asked her if she had any clue as to who it was.

She said only: "I don't know who it is, but I sense that you haven't met her yet. When you do - bed her."

I responded: "Really?"

She replied with emphases: "Yes, really!"

I asked: "Do you think she will want to?"

She responded: "You can count on it - She doesn't know it but she has been waiting for you. She has been waiting a long time for you."

She ran her hand over my chest touching my pacemaker. She asked what it was and I explained. She placed her hands over my heart with a look of intense concentration. Her hands became warm even hot. She shifted them several times. I felt wonderful, more energized than I had felt in years. Her hands started to glow a soft white. Her hands became brighter and her whole body began to glow softly. She smiled, said: "OK," lifted her hands off of my chest and kissed me gently. Her glow faded away but she still looked phenomenally happy.

She said: "You have a nice heart."

I replied: "Now."

We both smiled. I hugged her tight.

We dressed, joined the others, had another group meditation and finished the book.

Then we started one of the Tantra books. I noticed that the Tao Te Chings and the Hua Hu Ching were back on the coffee table.

We stopped so Ann and Mary could work on food.

I used the time to sit in the den and meditate.

Sitting.

Sitting wordlessly.

Sitting in awareness.

Sitting as the illusion of self and other faded away.

Sitting in the calmness.

Sitting in love. Sitting in the love.

Radiating love.

Thursday lunch.

Ann had been talking with her mother while they prepared lunch. At lunch she asked me how I would feel about her convoying with me back to South Florida so that she could check out the colleges there.

I explained that I wasn't going back to Florida but was going up to Saratoga instead. I said that I expected that my wife was on the road there already.

She said: "That's even better. So can I convoy with you there?"

I responded: "O K. - but what are you going to do?"

She replied: "Explore for a few weeks, maybe decide to stay and get an apartment. We'll see."

We talked about the nearby colleges and that even Boston was not that far away. I asked Barbara if she had toured the colleges on her list and when she said no I responded that Poughkeepsie, Northampton, and South Hadley were all reasonable drives from Saratoga.

I think that I surprised Barbara by knowing the locations of Vassar, Smith and Mt. Holyoke.

Later Cindy announced that she would dance for me and was sure that I would really enjoy it.

Cindy's dance.

After lunch we gathered in the living room while Cindy went to her room to change. She returned wearing a bathrobe. She had her mother set up an album of Tahitian music. She removed her robe to display a skirt, apparently an old cheerleading skirt, which she had cut into narrow strips to simulate a grass skirt. Unlike Barbara, she seemed totally relaxed and comfortable, with a broad smile on her face. Her breasts were high, beautiful domes, while her areola were second domes of reddish brown color. Her nipples stood out proudly. As she moved it was obvious that the only thing under the skirt was Cindy. Her ass was really beautiful.

Ann and Barbara looked at each other with raised eyebrows. The look of total surprise was obvious.

Her mother started the music and she began to dance. Her hip movement was fantastic as her hands slowly seemed to tell a story.

Her dance could have been tacky, or slutty but instead it demonstrated an innocence and purity which was breathtaking.

Part way through the dance I became aware that she had been a woman on Tahiti before there was any contact with western man. This knowing turned into a vision of a beautiful black haired girl in a grass skirt dancing by a beautiful beach. I found that I understood the story her hands were telling. The story was much more spiritual and much more subtle than people today would generally believe.

She only danced two cuts before stopping and bowing. It was incredible and we all applauded loudly.

Barbara looked quietly thoughtful. I found myself knowing that Barbara also understood the meaning of the dance. I also found myself knowing that Barbara had not been with us on Tahiti.

She put her robe back on. Before she left she said to me: "I haven't had a chance to read your massage book yet so lets postpone our massage until tomorrow."

I replied: "OK."

Ann left to start packing.

When Cindy returned, we read more of the Tantra book until it was time to get ready for dinner. Later Ann returned and joined in the reading.

Later Ann told me that she had called Dr Schmidt and that she had had a long conversation with him and he told her that he was still active in the academic physics community and could provide her with introductions, recommendations and out and out plugs at most of the really good schools. He also told her: " It was about time, you went to college."

She disagreed pointing out that if she was off at college she would not have had the insight to write the papers that she wrote. He agreed that that was probably true but now was the time for college. She promised to keep him informed as things unfolded. She thanked him again for all of his help and support.

He replied: "Students like you are what makes teaching worth while. Teaching is what makes my life worth while."

I tried my cell phone again. There was a voicemail from my wife talking about how she felt totally loved. I tried calling my wife again. Still no answer. I left another message.

Cindy's Birthday Dinner.

We had a fancy dinner in the dining room: Good china, fancy silverware, crystal goblets and linen napkins. We had roast turkey with mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli and wine. We all dressed up. The girls all wore dresses which were more elegant than overtly sexy. It was a very exquisite meal. I managed to eat without getting gravy on my tie.

As we finished dinner Mary went to the kitchen and returned with a birthday cake. We sang "Happy Birthday" and Cindy blew out the candles with one breath. She looked at me, smiled a mischievous smile and said in a husky whisper: "I'm sure I'll get my wish."

After the meal Cindy received the birthday gifts. A very nice sweater from Ann, a cute dress from Barbara and a laptop computer from her mother. I had made her a card and gave her the books she had taken from my car. We both knew what she really wanted would come later. We all had fun.

After dinner we sat around the living room and read the rest of the Tantra book we had started earlier. We finished it about 9:00 PM. Ann, Barbara and Mary all announced that they were going to bed. After they had all moved upstairs I went around turning off lights so that the only light was from the fireplace. Cindy and I sat on the sofa together before a nice fire. I put my arm around her, she snuggled into my shoulder.

Cindy.

I asked her if she were dating at all and she explained: "No I'm not. Our high school culture is very weird. The high school is very small but has a football team which traditionally beats schools that are much larger. We often go to the state finals. The football team members think that they can do no wrong and the coach encourages them. The school administration is afraid of losing the coach and lets it all happen. All the girls, especially the cheerleaders are supposed to be at the players beck and call. In fact the cheerleaders are supposed to be the football player's private stock. I've heard enough stories from the other girls that it is clear to me that those guys are into macho games and really don't care about us. Well - I'm not having any of that."

She continued: "Ann had a whole lot of problems with those guys. Barb is second only to Ann, as the sweetest, most kind and gentle person that I know but even Barb has her limits. She was being hassled by one of them and went to the principal to complain but the principal laughed it off saying: "Boys will be boys." The jerk started putting his hands on her and finally she hauled off and slugged him. One punch knocked him out cold and ever since they leave her alone. They usually leave me alone too, but it may be that they are afraid of Barb."

I asked: "Do you know any nice guys at school?"

She replied: "A few but they are all too shy or too afraid of the football players to ask me out. Also almost all of them live at the other end of the school district, well over an hour away, and that's in good weather. The one guy who does live close has a steady girlfriend."

I pointed out to her that: "The decision to become sexually active is one of the most life changing choices that we make and that it is best made mindfully. As I said to Ann I am married, old enough to be your grandfather and am not apt to be here very often. You need to consider how you will feel a month from now as well as in the long term: ten, twenty years from now. Your sisters are heading off to college but you have another year at your high school, an environment which you describe as very dysfunctional. I may not be doing you any favor by making love with you tonight if all that does is awaken a huge sexual desire leading to incredible sexual frustration or worse yet inappropriate activities. This is not a simple question."

She responded: "I am already incredibly sexually frustrated. I've been masturbating once or twice a day for several years now. What you've done is to give me a totally different perspective on sex. I hadn't even considered the possibility of sacred sex before. From the talk I hear at school it seems most of the girls are not even coming to sex as an expression of love, far less as a sacred act. Some of the girls say that they don't really enjoy it but are doing it anyway as a way to be accepted. That seems awfully sad to me. What you are doing is giving me a new set of tools to control that frustration and giving me a standard which will make the possibility of 'inappropriate activities' far less likely. Thank you.

I also want to thank you for two thoughts in one of your books which really resonate: 'When in doubt - raise your standards.' and 'Having sex with someone you don't love is merely a dishonest form of masturbation.' Each of those thoughts will insure that the guys who think like the football players seem to don't have a chance. Again thank you."

I replied: "You're very welcome.

Cindy, you radiate a tremendous amount of sexual energy and it's different from your sisters'. Yours is lighter, much more playful. Ann started off with a reserved sort of energy which has since gone off like a volcano. Making love with Ann has caused us to become telepathic, something I have never experienced before. I don't have any details yet but Barbara and I seem to have been lovers before and in some way our making love was an honoring of that. Barb's energy is totally unlike anything I have ever experienced, otherworldly and incredibly wonderful. Beginning in her dance I found I was drawn into her eyes such that we psychically merged together. With that merging I became a conduit for the psychic energy of love and I was sending it every which way."

She smiled and said: "I know - It was wonderful."

I continued: "I've never had those experiences before or even heard of people having them. I don't know what if anything is apt to happen if you and I make love.

Your energy pulls me to be playful also in a lustful way and I'm not sure that I know how to stay in a spiritually connected space with it."

Cindy answered: "Are you sure you have to? You are so naturally spiritual, you are always looking for the spiritual component in everything, trust your own nature, wu-wei, go with the flow, we both need this, it's a real win/win. If we have to we can start using Tantric ritual to bring us back but I don't think we will have any problems if we trust our hearts and go with the flow, go with the Tao."

I thought: " It's funny - she knows my keywords. - How can I argue with that." I told her: "If I had the time we would only neck for a few weeks, pet for a few more and only then make love."

She laughed and said: "That's a wonderful thought and I know why you are suggesting it, but I don't think either of us could possibly wait that long."

I stood up and removed my jacket and tie. When I sat back down she was in my arms instantly. We necked for a while.

She started unbuttoning my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. I reached around and unzipped her dress. She removed my shirt and I slid the top of her dress down around her waist and removed her bra. We kissed and cuddled a bit as I played very gently with her breasts. I was feeling a little cool so I broke off the activity and went to add a log to the fire. She stood up and finished removing her dress. She was wearing a half slip and hose. I slid her slip down revealing panties over a white garter belt and stockings. She slipped her panties down with a big grin on her face and then did a slow pirouette. I applauded. She giggled. We laughed. She came over and removed the rest of my clothing.

Cindy suggested that we move right by the fire. I moved the sofa cushions to the floor while she went to the den to steal the ones from the other sofa. We spread the comforter which had been over the back of the sofa across the top of the array. We lay down on our nest, cuddled and kissed. I removed her garter belt and hose. I asked her why she used a garter belt and she said that she found pantyhose uncomfortable.

We alternated between discussing sacred sex and petting. She explained some of the ideas in the Tantra books that I hadn't read. She had some ideas and insights of her own. Some of her ideas were really ways of honoring innocence. At first I was just playing with her breasts but later it was other places too. She orgasmed very easily. Her vagina was every bit as tight as her sisters'. She had several orgasms as I stretched her enough that we could attempt actual intercourse.

When we were actually making love I found myself thinking of her as a Goddess since she was making me feel like a God. A bit of music from the musical "Flower Drum Song" flitted through my mind. Then we started to merge but it was totally different than my merging with Barbara. Barbara and I merged at the level of higher mind or even someplace higher than that. When we were having sex while merged the sex was in the background behind the union. With Cindy the merging brought the sex to the forefront and I was feeling her orgasms almost as if they were mine. Fortunately, I was not ejaculating with her orgasms. A truly bizarre phenomena occurred however: Cindy seemed to morph back and forth between herself and the Tahitian girl. Eventually we orgasmed together. We held each other in a state of profound union and went to sleep in each others arms.

I found myself knowing that we had been lovers then and that she had maintained a state of innocent playfulness her entire life. The culture there and then made that relatively easy. I found myself thinking that her mission this lifetime might be to explore living the same way in this culture. If this is the case she has chosen a very challenging dharma.




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We stayed in front of the fire for a long while as it burned down. Eventually the lack of heat woke us up and we picked up, cleaned up and moved to Cindy's room. She was exhausted, so was I.



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Chapter 4.

Friday breakfast.

Cindy put on her men's shirt again but only fastened one button. Again I was in my bathrobe.

Cindy said: "You filled me up, symbolically as well as physically, spiritually as well as physically. You opened my soul as much as you opened my vagina. - Thank you dearest."

I replied with a smile and kissed her. We went downstairs to breakfast.

Ann was wearing another pajama top, no bottom, which was long enough to just cover her ass. She had one button closed and flashed a beautiful bosom. Barb was wearing the red robe that came with the negligee, which was still not staying closed, as if that mattered anyway, and Mary her robe.

Cindy gathered Ann and Barbara together for a whispered conversation. She then had a whispered conversation with her mother. The three girls left the room only to reappear a few seconds later, nude. They gathered around me and removed my bathrobe. Cindy said: "You wrote: 'Home is where I can stand nude,'"

I responded: "Does that mean that this is my home?"

They all smiled and nodded and Mary said: "If you want it to be, and if not your home, home at least your home away from home."

I felt very honored, very loved. I bowed to Mary. We all laughed and we hugged some more. I then looked at Mary and said: "You too."

She backed away with a grin on her face saying: "Oh, no."

We all said yes and I took her in my arms and slid her robe off of her shoulders. I took her by the hand and twirled her around. What a beauty - a beautiful mother of beautiful daughters. She looked a lot younger than 43, in fact, I would still have guessed late twenties. Her breasts were beautiful teardrops, showing only the slightest sag, amazing for her age and being twice a mother. I thought: 'Those would look good on a childless 25 year old.' She grinned sheepishly.

I said to Mary: "You are very beautiful. If I didn't know better I would assume that you and Ann were sisters and I would guess your age as late twenties."

She blushed then replied: "I wish that were true."

I responded: "It is."

She looked sad and shook her head - no.

I hugged her. She relaxed.

We stayed nude all day.

Massages and more.

Cindy asked me if I was ready for a massage. I replied: "Sure." and followed her to her room. On the way she admitted that she had not managed to read the book on sensual massage. I said: "That's O K we will just have to wing it." She giggled.

When we got to her room I lay down on her bed. She began with a relaxing massage. She began with my shoulders and back but eventually made it an all over event. We stayed light and the massage really stayed more relaxing than erotic.

When it was her turn I started with her shoulders and back, again working at doing a relaxing massage. Eventually I did her entire back side down to her toes and kissed her neck, down her back, each cheek and her thighs. When I kissed her behind her kneecaps she burst out laughing and screamed for mercy. I kissed her calves and each foot. Then I rolled her over. I started massaging my way up from her feet all the way to her neck, skipping her primary erogenous zones. Then I worked my way back down with feather light touches and didn't skip anything but didn't concentrate on any place either. In some ways this was highly erotic and in other ways not erotic at all. We stayed innocently playful. I found myself thinking that perhaps it was just as well that she had not gotten around to reading "The Art of Sensual Massage" yet.

We necked for a while and eventually we just held each other.

Cindy gently pushed me back flat on the bed as she said: "There is something I really want to try."

I responded: "OK - What do you want to try?"

She started to kiss and lick my phallus while I responded: "Oh - OK."

She took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Our psychic merging started almost immediately. She tried taking me deep but started to gag. She sucked and worked my shaft with her hand. She began bobbing up and down on it and was slowly taking more and more in. Eventually she tried again at deep throating me and this time she was successful. I warned her that I was approaching orgasm and she worked even more. I ejaculated into her mouth. She had an orgasm when I did. The psychic merge made this very special. She grinned and said: "That was fun - you taste good."

Waltzes and Rumbas.

We moved back to the living room and Cindy built another fire in the fireplace. She spread the comforter on the floor in front of the fire and we lay on it. We were all very relaxed and I for one was very sleepy. Part of the time I was resting my head on Ann's tummy while Cindy was resting her's on mine. Cindy managed an occasional lick of the tip of my phallus without anyone else noticing. Samantha came over and curled up next to me.

Mary asked if anyone wanted some music and I said: "Sure, why not."

She put on an album of waltzes and we all just listened for a while. Then I stood up and went over to Mary and asked: "May I have this dance?"

She blushed and said: "Dressed like this?"

I responded: "Why not."

She laughed and said: "Why not indeed."

Cindy picked up the comforter. We started to dance just the basic waltz step with the quarter turn. It was great fun and the three girls were watching closely. I demonstrated some other steps: the hesitation, the crossover, the simple twinkle, the triple underarm turn and the serpentine. Mary claimed she got dizzy with the triple turn. Ann came over and asked if she could cut in and I ended up dancing with all of the girls.

Each of my partners demonstrated an amazing amount of grace in their dancing. I was reminded of two comments by my ballroom dancing instructor some years before. His first comment was that men watch women dance and women watch women dance. His second was that the man's job is to make his partner look good. I may be a bit of a klutz on the dance floor but all of these ladies really look good, undressed or not.

When the album ended I needed a break and sat down on the sofa to rest with Ann on one side and Cindy on the other. Cindy said: "I never would in my wildest dreams have imagined that I would dance my first waltz nude." We all laughed. Cindy continued: "Now I wouldn't want it any other way."

I kissed Cindy on the cheek. I put my arms around both girls and squeezed them to me.

Barb sat at my feet, rested her head on my knee and looked up lovingly. I thought: "Barbara is the Guru here - I should be sitting at her feet."

The room was full of pure joy and pure love.

Ann asked if I would teach them some other dances and I responded: "Sure, what would you like to learn?"

She said that I should decide. I explained that the room was a little small for traveling dances like the fox trot or the tango but would be fine for in place dances like the rumba, samba, cha-cha or the mambo. I said that it was a shame that I didn't remember how to dance the samba since I understood that at carnival in Rio the samba costumes were sometimes almost nonexistent, at least from the neck down. We all laughed. Cindy looked thoughtful.

I asked Mary if she had any rhumba music and she rummaged around in her music collection for a minute and then handed me six CDs. I chose one and using Barb as a partner demonstrated the basic step. I explained the 'Cuban Walk' hip movement which she followed immediately. We danced about half a cut with just the simple box. Then I showed her some more complex patterns. Cindy then took over and she could sway her hips every bit as well as Barbara but her boobs didn't jounce quite as much. It was fun. Ann and Mary both had turns also. Ann had the Cuban walk perfect, swaying hips with no upper body movement at all. We did a little cha-cha and mambo also.

One part of this dancing was weird for me: I found myself gaining and losing an erection repeatedly, with no real pattern to it.

Later we moved the living room sofa into the den and used the extra space for some fox trot and some tango. The tango was especially nice. Ann really liked the dip. Only then did we do some swing. We finished with another round of waltzes. We moved the sofa back.

Mary sings.

At one point Mary and I were alone in the kitchen. She was humming a song gently. Recognizing the tune I asked her to sing it. She blushed, then sang "Unchained Melody." I felt very moved. We hugged for a long time. Nude hugs tend to be very powerful.

Mary had a beautiful singing voice. I would later discover that they all did.

e-mail

I again used Ann's computer to check my e-mail. This time there were three surprises to be found in the form of emails from Sally who was the first girl I dated, Faith, my first lover and Juli the first girl to proposition me.

I had had no contact with Sally since about one year after we split up although I heard that she had married a classmate of mine. Her e-mail was six pages long and was biographical, her history from our time together to the present with a number of intimate details indicating a level of trust that I would not have expected in a first contact in over forty years. She signed it "Always - Love always," and ended with: "PS: I don't know why I am writing to you now, or even why I am writing to you at all. I haven't thought about you in years but suddenly this feels like the right thing to do and even an important thing to do for some reason I do not understand. I find that I know that you love me but that love is not a threat to my marriage. PPS: It took me over four hours to track down your e-mail address."

Faith and I had maintained contact over the years to the extent of exchanging Christmas cards. I knew that she was very happy with a live in boyfriend. Her e-mail was three pages of stream of consciousness about what she had experienced in the last two days. She was very happy with the experience. Among other things she said that she felt validated.

The third e-mail was a total surprise. Not only had there been absolutely no contact since college, I had not realized I was sending her loving energy. Her e-mail made it clear that she had indeed received two big doses of it and that she was very pleased and felt honored. She said that she thought of me sometimes but was surprised that I remembered her at all. We did not even pet far less actually have sex but I do think of her occasionally. She radiated a very strong sexual playfulness which was very different from Cindy's.

My intuitive sense was strong: Juli was not my mystery person. There was still someone else.

I found a strong need to meditate after receiving these messages. I did send a short reply to each.

Friday lunch .

At lunch I shared the e-mails I had received, skipping the more intimate portions of Sally's missive. We mostly discussed my sending love. They all had received it and were aware of the overwhelming nature of it. We discussed this at some length.

I wondered if in some ways this was doing a disservice to my old girlfriends since I really did not plan any interactions with them. Yes, I did love them all but it seemed to me that sometimes that means just wishing them good lives and not anything more. I stated that I did find Sally's PS to be somewhat reassuring. I said: "Still I find that I really wonder what my soul is trying to accomplish here."

We discussed that for a while.

At one point I went of on a bit of a tangent and suggested: "Maybe, in order to love Barbara at the level I was loving her I needed to express that love to everyone I loved. Of course this begs the question of why my higher self would limit it to those I had loved in a sexual context?"

We decided that this was part of it but not the whole picture. Our discussion as to why just those I loved sexually were included got rather wild.

Something was wrong here. I raised a finger, saying wait.

I paused, let my mind get really quiet and found that I had been sending love to many others without realizing it. The list went back to grade school and before, starting with a girl named Susan. Most of the new list received a much lower level of intensity. My 'mystery girl' remained a mystery.

I returned to ordinary awareness and described what had just happened.

We bounced around a lot but did not come to any real conclusions. Even Barbara did not have answers here.

I was really somewhat confused about the process, how the soul sends love and loving energy as well as the role of the personality in the whole thing. Again we discussed this for some time without reaching any conclusions.

We also discussed the role of both the receiving soul and receiving personality in the process.

Finally, I visited the subject of my mystery girl. Only Barbara seemed to get any reading here and basically it was just reinforcing her earlier insights. So my mystery girl really remained a mystery.

After lunch.

Ann went to continue packing. Cindy went to take a nap. Mary went to start a load of laundry. Later, I heard Mary in the kitchen.

This left Barb and I. We moved into the living room and she turned on some soft music. I teased her that she was trying to seduce me as we sat down together on the sofa. She laughed and said: "Maybe I am."

I replied: "Fine with me."

We both laughed. We started kissing, gently and tenderly. We were both very relaxed. She started to play with the hair on my chest and I started to caress her breasts, again very gently. Her nipples hardened immediately and her breathing changed. We shifted into french kisses and it became a furious make out session. There was a funny aspect to this in that it felt totally innocent in spite of the fact that we were both nude. Our hands were staying above our waists. My hands were sometimes on her back, sometimes on her breasts, sometimes stroking her hair and sometimes touching her face. In some ways this was like a make out session with Sally all those years ago. I was so erect that it was painful, yet somehow I was not thinking in terms of 'putting it in.' I found that I was totally in the moment, just enjoying what we were doing, 'loving every minute of it.' Barb was also clearly really enjoying herself.

Eventually she ended up lying on the sofa while I knelt next to it and licked, kissed, caressed, massaged and otherwise enjoyed her breasts. She was really aroused.

The music ended and she said to me: "Shall we go upstairs?"

I responded: "You don't need to ask me twice."

When she stood up she left a large wet spot on the sofa. She looked down and said: "It's good that it's stain protected." She went and grabbed a box of tissues and mopped it up.

We moved to her bedroom and were soon heavy petting. She had an orgasm within minutes. She ran her fingers lightly over my shaft and said: "I need you inside me."

I moved on top of her and she had two more orgasms before we had one together. Again it was very intense. We had no overtly psychic phenomena occurring but it was still very loving, very sweet.

We held each other for a long time. Occasionally gently kissing and stroking. We were totally relaxed, totally tender. There was a real look of love in her eyes.

Eventually she sat up. I started to get up also but she said: "Just lay back. I want to try something."

I did and she started rubbing her hands together. They began to glow white, getting brighter and brighter. Her whole body began to take on a soft white glow. She started placing her hands on my head. Moving them from place to place. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression of intense concentration on her face. She moved to my neck and on to my torso. She spent some time on my chest but more on my abdomen, going back over several areas multiple times. She spent ten or fifteen seconds with a hand at the base of my penis. She then gently held both it and my testicles before starting down my legs. After she had worked all the way down to my toes, she moved back and did each arm. Finally she took hold of my spare tire, starting at the middle and moving her hands outward to my hips.

She opened her eyes, looked deep into mine and said: "Yes - good."

We kissed gently, hugged longer. The glow faded.

Eventually we went back downstairs, hand in hand and wandered into the kitchen for a snack.

As we were walking she commented: "You are the second person I have tried that with."

I asked: "Who was the other?"

She replied: "My mom."

We hugged a lot. She was just so sweet, so tender.

More telephone tag

I checked my cell phone. There was another message from my wife. She said that she made the call this morning and was starting her drive North. She also said: "I've never felt your love for me so strongly before. I don't know what you're doing but whatever it is keep doing it. Love you so much."

Cindy researches.

Cindy used her new laptop to get on the internet and learn a bit of Samba. She demonstrated this just before dinner. She wore a floppy hat. Not what they would wear in Brazil but fun anyway.

Friday dinner.

The girls did their hair up before dinner and Mary put on a string of pearls. We again ate in the dining room with the good china, silverware, goblets and linen. This time it was by candlelight. Mary had prepared homemade turkey pot pie.

I pointed out to Mary that pearls are a symbol of wisdom and that I found it appropriate that she was wearing them. The combination of their hairdos, candlelight and nudity together with their natural poise somehow made this dinner tremendously dignified.

Innocence revisited.

During and after dinner we sat around discussing innocence again.

I said that: "Innocence is seeing the universe as harmless and by holding that viewpoint being harmless ourselves. When we lose innocence we think we have to put up walls, that we cannot afford to really care, really trust, really love. The trust is of self, the universe and process as opposed to our partner or other individual that we are interacting with. Innocence is not at all the same as naivete or as foolishness, we can live carefully, prudently and still be innocent. Innocence is understanding and maybe that isn't really the right word here because 'understanding' implies conceptualization, that all that happens is part of a bigger pattern and that all that happens is really 'all right.' We tend to lose innocence as we experience life and discover the Buddha's First Noble Truth, that life is suffering. It is not easy to look at all the cruelty and tragedy in the world, have compassion for all of that, work gently to ease that suffering and still see through it all to a space where we see how it is serving everyone involved, especially ourselves. I do however, believe that innocence is something we can gain as well as lose. That we can see much of life as some version of the Taoist farmer story."

I commented that I perceived that we had all demonstrated a great deal of innocence today. That being nude together in a non-sexual way is demonstrating a great deal of innocence. It is also demonstrating trust in both the others you are with and trust in self.

Mary remarked that she was really enjoying being nude. She said: "In all our years of marriage I never saw my then husband, John, nude. He always wore pajamas to bed and never changed clothes in my presence. He didn't fully remove his pajamas even when we had sex. He had me wear pajamas or a nightgown. When we'd finish he would look at me coldly and say something like: 'Cover yourself, woman.'"

I said: "His loss."

Mary asked: "Why?"

I replied: "It would seem that he was seeing sex, even within marriage, as something profane and by seeing that way he was making it profane. By making the sex act a sin and proceeding anyway all he was doing was separating himself as personality from his higher self. He was seeing the human body both his and yours as something shameful which furthered that separation. He was also dishonoring both your marriage and you personally."




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She nodded.

I continued: "You have a beautiful body, full of natural grace. He was foreclosing using that vision as a subtle form of mystical insight. There is godliness in beauty and appreciating beauty, just as there can be spiritual grace in displaying physical grace. Barbara demonstrated that in her dance, so did Cindy and so did you when we waltzed. Honoring grace and beauty helps reinforce innocence."

Then she continued: "Poor John. I guess he was the one who was not innocent. If I wore something like Barb's gown for him he would have freaked out. He never did see me nude. If he had I suspect that I would have felt dirty somehow."

She went on: "I am having trouble believing just how comfortable I feel. This is so unreal - Not only am I nude but I'm happy about the fact that my daughters are too. Anyway, I find being nude now to be just wonderful. I really loved dancing nude. It's funny, I never would have thought of being nude as demonstrating innocence, but it is. You are so right about innocence."

I said: "If you go back to Genesis - Adam and Eve were nude when they were innocent but put on the fig leaves when they had lost their innocence."

We talked about this for a while.

I commented: "A man can look at a beautiful woman, especially a beautiful woman who is nude and be in total awe such that it takes him to a very spiritually connected place or he can look at her and think: 'What a piece of ass, I wanna sink my cock in that.'"

Ann asked: "Is that an inclusive or exclusive 'or'?"

I responded with a chuckle: "Inclusive, definitely inclusive."

Ann and Barbara burst out laughing, Cindy and Mary looked confused. Finally Cindy asked: "What does that mean?"

I answered: "Inclusive or means either or both while an exclusive or is either but not both."

This launched us into a wild discussion, with only a little male bashing.

Switching topics, I commented that I felt that the girls all had managed to remain essentially innocent with their sexual experiences. I said that I felt very honored that each had chosen me to be their first sexual partner.

That remark netted me a soft kiss from each of them. Mary looked pleased.

Barbara looked deep into my eyes and said: "Somehow, I know what if I had been afraid to ask you to come to my bed I would have lost my virtue right there and my innocence too. Virginity is often seen as a symbol of innocence and yet I maintained my innocence precisely by losing mine. That was the exact opposite of what my dad would think. I'm sure if he knew what we did he would be sure that we were both headed straight to hell."

She continued: "While we were making love I seemed to be a whole lot more than just Barbara Wells. I really was aware of being that spiritual being that gives up so much to put on a human costume. The power, the love, the Te was incredible." She chuckled and continued: "I never thought I would use the word Te, cosmic virtue, to describe what society would consider an illicit sex act."

That took us on a tangent exploring how virtue and morality can be very different. How true virtue comes with a much higher spiritual energy. I noted that true virtue is usually a call to be mindful, to do what is spiritually appropriate, to listen to the still small voice of the God within, while morality is often a mindless adherence to social or religious norms, conventions and rules. Virtue contains an awareness of the bigger picture and the consequences to follow any action, as well as an acceptance of those consequences. I pointed out that here is another soul age difference: "It takes many lifetimes for the soul to develop the ability to form linkages between the soul and personality, such that it is possible to hear what is often called 'the still small voice,' and in the meantime all the personalities of younger souls have is morality."

Ann disagreed saying: "I think that the linkages are always there but often undeveloped. Nonetheless these skills can be developed in anyone. However, there is often a subtlety in true virtue which may make it difficult to receive. Often people will act in a totally virtuous way without realizing it."

Mary pointed out: "Here in the west the tradition has been for the church to stand between the lay person and God. By taking that role they actively discourage people from developing a direct connection to their divine core. This is a way of protecting their turf."

I said: "This isn't surprising since organizations tend to put their existence, their bureaucratic health, before their mission and as people become truly spiritually aware they tend to drop out of organized religion. It doesn't have to be this way - It seems to me that spiritually aware people want a sense of community every bit as much as anyone else, maybe more, but the terms are different. Spiritually aware people want groups which are open and without dogma. People who are really spiritually aware know that truth cannot be put in words. The best words ever get is poorly put hints about the nature of what is transcendent truth. If we're lucky we get to experience it occasionally."

Mary hugged me. She sighed and said: "We've had that sense within this household but not outside it. I wish I could find a group that would accept me as I am. Where I didn't feel it was necessary to 'hide my light' all the time. I don't know how to respond when someone suggests I'm communicating with the devil instead of God."

I said: "Point out to them that the test is easy - God is pure love and if you feel more loved and loving it's God, while if you feel more fear it's not."

Mary responded: "Great answer - Thanks."

Ann commented: "That may get some of the more thoughtful fundamentalist types thinking about just who their pastors are communicating with."

I said: "Ouch! - Nasty, nasty."

She grinned.

I responded: "Remember the Idea of 'soul age.' Those people are working in ways that are appropriate for where they are."

Ann nodded, still smiling.

We returned to discussing the differences between morality and virtue.

Cindy retrieved a "Tao Te Ching" and read sutra 38 to us.

I pointed out that different translations of this sutra differ widely and where some use the word 'morality' others use 'justice,'or even 'righteousness.'

From here the conversation moved into a discussion of how true virtue is innocent but morality may pull people away from innocence.

We wandered far afield.

At one point we talked about how the phrase 'still small voice' is really a very poor description of the intuitive process and how intuition usually shows up as a 'knowing,' a 'remembering' or as a 'feeling.' I pointed out that one of my friends describes his as a 'gut feeling,' which in my mind may or may not be the same process.

Eventually we returned to talking about innocence.

Ann and Cindy both talked about having slightly different versions of Barbara's experience. I talked about mine.

Mary just looked sad.

Barb went into more detail pointing out that the spiritual being that is the real Barbara was both separate and the one God at the same time, that in a weird way we were really one, first with each other, second with the whole spiritual family, then all of humanity and finally with the entire universe.

This conversation continued.

Mary's story.

Mary started to cry. Saying that she could never be innocent again. She looked at her daughters and said: "Maybe it's time you found out why your father divorced me." The girls all looked somewhat solemn as their mother continued: "I met John in college, he was one year ahead of me, we dated and had a lot of fun but limited our sex play to necking and some petting, we did not have sex until our wedding night and John, being a very devout Baptist was very pleased about that. He always made a big deal out of being a 'God fearing Christian'." She took a breath, and went on: " I dropped out of college and we married right after he graduated. Ann, you were born just over one year later. We bought this farm, went to church, had Cindy. When my sister and brother, Jan and Steve were killed in a head on with a drunk driver we adopted their only child Barbara. We had been her God-parents and John took that responsibility very seriously. John was a hard worker and so was I so together we really built up this farm."

She took a breath. "When Cindy was about two years old John discovered my box of high school and college memorabilia: My yearbooks, some photo albums, and my diaries." She paused as if as to let the word sink in. "Most of what was in the diaries was totally innocuous, but John happened to open one to a place which wasn't. I had described in great detail my freshman year crush on and affair with a junior football player named Jack. I was very naive and let him do a lot, I liked it when he touched my breasts, I liked it even more when he touched other places. We started to have sex and I always asked him to use protection, I had heard the word condom but I didn't know what one looked like or how it was used. When he said he was using one I believed him. The short take here is I promptly got pregnant. Jack's response was to try to convince me that I was just imagining things and to invite me to a party with some of his friends at a home where the parents were away. They got me drunk and/or drugged and Jack passed me around to his friends. Three or four of them screwed me and I don't to this day know who they were. Jack thought the whole thing was funny." Mary sobbed. "Anyway I was pregnant, Jack was no help or support and I had an abortion."

Tears just flooded out now.

"John confronted me with the diary, he was furious, I had deceived him, he assumed I was a virgin on my wedding night as he was, I was damaged goods, I was a slut, I was a whore and I'd had an abortion - how could I kill a baby, how could I kill my baby... John ranted and raved for over an hour using language I had never heard from him before. He filed for divorce the very next day. To this day he calls me a f-s or a b-k, fuck-slut or a baby killer. Sometimes I'm even a f-s-b-k."

The girls were all crying and I was near tears also as I took Mary's hands and helped her stand into my arms for a hug. I moved her head to my shoulder and just held her and let her cry. We swayed slightly.

Eventually she stopped crying and we were all able to sit and talk about all of this.

Ann had several comments: she said that she now understood why her mother was so fanatically down on football players and why she was so absolutely insistent that we take birth control pills from an early age. Ann asked: "Didn't dad have any respect for your privacy, reading your diary like that?"

Mary answered: "I don't think the issue of privacy even entered John's mind. He would routinely open mail addressed to me for example. In some ways I think he saw me as his possession. Remember John based his morality on Bible verses and I don't remember any about privacy."

Ann also was interested to find out what f-s and b-k meant since her father occasionally called her mother that in her presence. Ann moved over and gave her mother a big hug.

Mary did explain that: "John's foul mouth did backfire on him during the divorce hearing. The judge listened to the stories and asked me if I had sex with anyone in the time between getting the abortion and marrying John or if I had had an affair. I said no to both and the judge told John that I didn't sound like a fuck slut to him, just a gullible young girl who got stung by a callous and indeed rotten boyfriend and that John should have some compassion and forgiveness. Being told that he should have compassion and forgiveness really infuriated John. He was livid and yelled that I was still a fuck slut. The upshot was that I got full custody of the girls, the farm, and very generous child support and alimony payments. I will give John credit here, he always made his payments in full and on time. I know there were times when it was a real sacrifice on his part to do so."

She continued: "Remember, John sees a world with only one pass before going to heaven or hell and he believes as a 'God fearing Christian,' who has 'been saved' that he is automatically assured a place in heaven. After our marriage he would make a big deal about how pleased he was that we were both virgins on our wedding night and about how hard it had been for him through high school when all of his buddies were routinely 'getting laid' but he never once asked me if I was a virgin, he just assumed it. He also made a big deal out of how he had prayed that he would marry a virgin. It may be that some of the blaming me was a denial, an attempt on his part to avoid blaming God for not answering his prayers."

She continued: "John had a very strong libido as well as strong dominance needs, he liked sex all three ways, sometimes all four ways, but never with me on top. I think some of the 'fuck slut' stuff comes from his now wishing that he had been sexually active like his buddies.

I don't want to paint too negative a picture of him because in most ways he was very charming and considerate, for example, he was always on time, he would get the door and hold my chair, he even let me choose the movies. I never heard him swear before he found the diary. He told lots of clean jokes, funny ones. He was and is a hard worker. His being right there with extra money and extra help when Cindy was sick that time was very much in character. Maybe most importantly, after my experience with Jack, I thought John was safe. Where he was really rigid was on whatever he saw as a moral issue although he did seem to have some crazy ideas as to what did or did not constitute a moral issue. He didn't believe in dancing for example, something that at the time seemed to be a small price to pay. I now have to chuckle at some of his struggles where he had a Bible verse on each side of an issue - his thinking could get very contorted. He still has a great deal of fear however."

Mary said: "I know that I never was a fuck slut but baby killer still hurts. It still hurts a lot."

I looked at her and said: "Did you ever consider that the child you aborted is back, possibly as Ann, or Barbara or Cindy?"

Mary's mouth dropped open, she stared at me wide eyed. She raised one finger as if to say wait. Perhaps thirty seconds passed and then she screamed: "Yes" and lunged at me taking my head in both her hands and kissing me, over and over again. She pulled back, still holding my head, looking me in the eye, her eyes tearing up with obvious joy. She shifted her vision to Ann and cried out: "It's Ann, It's Ann."

The two started to hug and cry.

I gathered up Barbara and Cindy by gesturing with my finger and we went into the den and sat down on the sofa. I sat with Barb on one side and Cindy on the other. The girls were leaning into me and I had my arms around each of them, with a breast in each hand, not playing with them, just holding them, cupping them.

We were quiet for a long time and finally Cindy said: "You really do know how to make miracles."

I responded that: "As I said before, miracles happen when you allow them to."

Somewhat later Mary and Ann came into the room and we hugged and hugged and Mary kept saying: "Thank you, Thank you."

Her face got a serious look on it and she went to the phone and called a number. When it was answered she said: "John, listen, you know about the abortion I had all those years ago, ... , John don't swear. I asked God a question tonight, something I never considered trying before. I asked God what happened to the baby's soul and God answered me, just as clear as we are talking he said: 'She's back, She's Ann. ... , yes our Ann and God says it's all OK." Mary began to sob again.

She finally replaced the receiver. She said: "That's the first time I ever heard him cry."

I thought: "There is courage, there is love, there is Mary reclaiming her innocence."

Mary.

I took Mary in my arms and held her lightly, she hugged me so tight It was getting painful like she was going to pop me in half. I let her squeeze and gently held her head against my shoulder. Finally she released her grip, sighed and said softly: "Thank you for so very much."

I kissed her cheek and then her mouth, not a long sexy kiss but a kiss none the less. I smiled at her and asked: "How does it feel to have innocence back?"

She looked stunned for a few seconds then broke into a huge smile and we kissed again. I said: "I would really like to sleep with you tonight."

She looked worried and said: "Why would you want to sleep with an old bag like me when you are already spread thin with the girls."

I thought: 'Old bag?? - Hardly. You are a beautiful woman inside and out. 'The girls' are wonderful and that wonder is a reflection of your inner beauty. But how to get you to see that? If I tell you this you won't believe me.'

I whispered to her: "You know why."

She whispered back very softly: "I'm scared, It's been so long, I've waited so long, and now I'm so scared. I'm scared that I won't be pure enough, won't be able to give you the sacred sex you deserve. Part of me wonders if I really am a fuck slut, not for what I did with Jack, but for what I did with John. With Jack I was naive and foolish but with John I was not true to myself. I wish that I could come to you as a virgin, but I know that I cannot."

I whispered to her that: "You don't need to, just honor the God within, just trust your heart and all will be fine." I looked her in the eyes for what seemed to be a long time, watching as the fear melted away, watching as they softened, I nodded slightly and she nodded back

She kissed me passionately, hungrily, she ground her body into mine as she plunged her tongue into my mouth, we slobbered, we rubbed, I massaged her butt. Sixteen years of sexual starvation released in an instant. Finally we broke the kiss and she cried: "Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes!" The girls applauded. We all hugged together. Pure joy.

Later she used her bathroom while I used the main one since that was where my supplies were. When I was all cleaned up I went into the master bedroom and closed the door. Mary immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. At that moment it was a cock, not a lingam, not a wand of light. Gently I stopped her saying: "We can save that for another time. Now I want us to be an us."

I moved to the bed pulled back the covers and settled into the middle of the bed on my back. My lingam and now it was lingam, was rock hard, pointing straight up. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I said: "You are long overdue to be on top."

She came to me and we kissed and kissed. I began caressing her body from head to toe. She loved it especially when I stroked her inner thighs, apparently this was new to her. I caressed her pubic hair with feather light touches which almost brought her off the bed with ecstasy. She panted and moaned, muttering: "Oh Yes,,,So good...So good, Oh,,,Oh...Oh." We continued petting for a while. Finally, she asked: "What should I do?"

I had her get astride me and lower her self onto my shaft. The love and joy on her face was incredible as she bounced up and down. Nothing psychic appeared to be happening but I was in a state of tremendous joy, feeling both very loved and loving, feeling wondrous union together with a strong sense of completion. I knew that this was very healing for her, just what she needed to start feeling good about herself again and that she needed to feel good about herself in order to take the next step in her spiritual journey.

She shuddered in orgasm, once, twice and during her third I filled her with semen. She collapsed onto my chest, grinning ear to ear, and we kissed. She whispered: "Thou art God, We are together the one God." She straightened out her body and legs along my body so as to maximize the points of contact, we rolled over sideways, she reached out and turned off the light, and I pulled the covers over us. (At one point in making love with Mary I was aware of a connection with Cindy. We both broke it off.)




Driving in Snow Ch. 04



Then I/we were in profound connection with the divinity at the center of our being. With this connection was coming a profound awareness of the rightness of all of my life, her life, our lives, all of the sorrows as well as the joys, I/we were becoming aware of a number of past lives both together and apart and how it all intermeshed together perfectly. Awesome beauty. Tremendous healing.

Mary in particular understood the karma behind her relationships with both Jack and John and how her experiences with both of them were providing spiritual growth. She found that her anger toward both of them was gone and that she was now free to really get on with her life.

I was not surprised to find that I too had ties to both John and Jack.

She cried softly and whispered to me: "Can this be real, am I really a good person, a lovable person?"

I kissed her gently and answered: "Oh yes, yes it's real and you are a very good, very lovable person."

Around 3:00 AM I felt nature calling and went to the attached bathroom. When I returned the light was back on and Mary was spread eagled in the bed grinning at me. I thought: 'Like daughter, like mother.' This time the act was very relaxed, very gentle, very slow, and oh so loving.

She whispered: "I'd forgotten how good it could be, and this was a whole lot better. Jack and I fucked. John and I had sex. You, my gallant knight and I, we made love, we shared the sacred fire. I'm glad I waited for you."

At one point I woke up to find myself aware that I was again connected with Cindy and that she was masturbating. We were both aware of the connection and she was embarrassed. I let her know that it was OK. I enjoyed her orgasm, then I fell back asleep.

Mary woke me up with her mouth around my cock. She alternated between playing with the head with her tongue and deep throating me. When I came she swallowed it all. I told her that: "That's the best oral I've ever had." I did not mention that I had very little experience with fellatio.

She said: "Some things are like riding a bicycle, once you learn how you never forget."

As we started down to breakfast she asked me if I liked anal. I responded that I had never tried it and she replied that: "My ass is yours if you want it."

I asked: "Do you like it that way?"

She replied: "Yeah, It's really nice, once in a while."

I found myself thinking that I had never imagined that a woman would offer me that, especially when she was in the process of reclaiming her innocence. In a very weird way it seemed to actually be part of the process, part of putting the 'fuck slut' thing behind her. She wanted even anal sex to be sacred. I knew that she would be able to make it sacred. I also knew that this was something that probably was best put off to the far future.

I also found myself thinking that Mary had been thoroughly battered emotionally by both Jack and John and while she had started to heal, she had a long way to go. Still as Lao Tzu said: "The journey of a thousand mile begins with a single step."

I felt happy to have been able to help provide a step.

I was also happy to have spent a night with such a wonderful woman.

She wished that she could come to me as a virgin. In a funny way- she did.



Driving in Snow Ch. 05



Chapter 5.

Saturday breakfast.

We all appeared in the kitchen nude. It seemed to be the most reasonable thing to do. Huge smiles all around.

The girls decided that I would need at least three showers that day and that each would help "wash my back."

I asked Mary about her life between her divorce and now. She explained that this was John's home area and that her family had lived at the other end of the state. "Before the divorce most of my friends were from the church with a few others which began as business ties. With the divorce the story spread through the church. I told no one so it must have been John. John was embarrassed that the story got out at the church so my guess is that he told a few really good friends in confidence but the story was seen as too good, too juicy not to tell. One result of this was that I was made very uncomfortable at church. Two much married men in the church made passes at me - they got nowhere. With the divorce I went to the minister for support but all I got was the advice to pray for forgiveness, but he said it in a way which implied that I should not expect any. I stopped going to church. Anyway there were a few people from the church who stayed loyal and now I thank God for their support. One friend, Joan, was a real lifesaver. I was very busy raising three little girls and running the farm. Looking back, I really don't know how I did it all. My mom died of cancer about two years later and my dad about three months after that. The doctors said he died of a heart attack but I think he died of a broken heart. My only living relative was my uncle George who lived in California. He died two years ago."

She continued: "It was shortly after my dad died when I happened to watch Wayne Dyer on TV, he made sense and I started buying books. My spiritual development took off like a rocket. You know, it's funny my spiritual journey has really been about letting go, letting go of rules for the sake of rules, letting go of dogma for the sake of dogma, letting go of guilt for the sake of guilt, letting go of judgement for the sake of judgement, letting go of fear for the sake of fear and sometimes even letting go of pain for the sake of pain."

I just smiled.

She looked quizzical and asked: "What?"

I responded: "That's how it works."

She smiled back.

She went on to describe how she learned to meditate and how meditation opened up an intuitive world to her which lead her deeper and deeper into a spiritual universe. She taught the girls to respect and trust their intuitive sense and they all agreed that it had served them all well. They all were and are serious meditators.

Mary continued saying: "One area that did languish however has been my love life. The intuitive message was always the same: 'Have patience, when the time is right he will come and you will have no doubt as to who it is.' "

She leaned over and kissed me.

Dreams and fantasies.

I asked her about her dreams and fantasies. She replied that she was really focused on getting the girls through school and waiting for her lover to appear.

She said that when the girls were ready to leave she would probably sell the farm as today it would be too much to run alone and while it had many happy memories it had many bad memories also.

She said: "I think that I was assuming that my lover would take me away from here, take me to a very different life. I found that I was willing to trust the universe and was trying not to limit the possibilities. I was, however, assuming that you would be close to my age and single. I also never expected that I would be willingly sharing you with my daughters."

They asked me about my dreams and fantasies. I said: "I am living one of them right now."

I said that I wanted to write a book on sacred sexuality and that I now had the experience to begin to write it.

I talked about how part of me would like to set up a retreat center, almost an ashram but I do not consider myself a Guru, just another student who is willing to share what I have found on my journey.

Photography.

Somehow the discussion came around to my hobbies, I mentioned photography and they asked why I hadn't asked them to pose. I thought about it and said: "I would love to have you pose both G rated and X rated but maybe I am afraid it would upset the energy we share."

They laughed and said: "Let's try."

I retrieved my camera and asked Mary to get some sheets to use as reflectors and backgrounds. They fully opened the drapes on the large picture window which provided lots of light for available light shots. This was not as good as true studio lighting but by using reflectors I was able to generally gave a fair approximation of it. Sometimes we used colored sheets as backgrounds or as reflectors. Using a gold colored sheet as a reflector gave some really neat shots. We only occasionally used a sheet as a background.

I shot many hundreds of photos of them nude, separate and together, tasteful and not so tasteful. In fact some were truly artful, especially a series of silhouettes, and a few downright crude. The girls' natural grace presented itself continuously. They all seemed to just flow from one great pose to another. We had fun.

Cindy in particular demonstrated just how incredibly limber she was. Her playfulness showed through.

The girls wore their hair down, up and in ponytails. At one point I brushed Ann's hair until it glistened and flowed like a shampoo commercial. I took a great many shots as she played with her hair.

Beautiful hair - beautiful girl.

I took lots of portraits. Some were head only, some were head and shoulders and some were breasts up. Some of the breast up shots had their breasts covered by their hair, most not. A couple of shots of Barbara seemed to be capturing her 'liquid fire.'

The girls started off totally without makeup. They now took a break and each applied some, not much, just enough to enhance their phenomenal beauty.

I took more portraits and some extreme close ups, mostly of sparkling eyes and glorious smiles.

I tried a number of experiments, taking a number in black and white mode, including some with various adjustments to the camera's gamma curve. Both high key and low key. I was glad the camera had a command to restore its default settings.

I took some shots of Mary wearing her pearls. She then loaned the pearls to each of the girls. Pearls seemed appropriate with all of them. After all, pearls signify wisdom.

At one point we moved upstairs and used the bedrooms on the sunny side of the house. After about fifty shots we went back to the living room.

The girls all got dressed for some nice G rated shots. Their taste in fashion tended toward the elegant and the functional as opposed to the sexy. Mary, however, did have a very striking 'classic black dress.' Some blouses and pajama tops did turn very sexy when worn alone with most or all buttons left unbuttoned.

Barb had a silk blouse which was spectacular. When she wore it she laughed and said: "I wouldn't dream of wearing this without a bra for anyone but you." At one point she was wearing it fully unbuttoned and I took the tails and tied them loosely just under her breasts. I then photographed her with two different skirts, a pair of shorts and bottom-free.

I took some of Barbara in her belly dancing costume. I even tried the motion picture feature of my digital camera for the first time. Nothing special happened with Barbara's dance.

Cindy posed in her garter belt with three different pairs of stockings. I thought: 'A black garter belt evokes a naughty sexuality but a white one is innocently sexy.' I also thought: "It's neat how her garter belt frames her mons." I surprised myself thinking the word 'mons' rather than something more crude but somehow mons was really the right word. It truly was a mountain of Venus.

Then I took some of Cindy in her Tahitian dancing costume. We followed this by my video recording several minutes of her dance.

They also put on cheerleading costumes and did some cheers. Again I took both stills and video.

I asked the girls if they all had cheerleading jumpers and when they said yes I had them pose in just the jumpers. They made up some raunchy cheers and bounced around doing them. Mary decided that I was really a boob man. I found myself wondering if I had a past life as a man in the Minoan civilization since Minoan women wore costumes which left the breasts exposed. More stills and video.

One thing that was consistent through all of these pictures was happy smiles and great eye contact. The word charming continued to be totally appropriate.

The girls were having fun. So was Mary. So was I.

Each girl smiled in a different way.

Ann tended to look at me with a look of "I have found the love of my life." Sometimes she seemed to be pure innocence, while at other times she was incredibly sultry. She occasionally managed to look both lustful and innocent at the same time.

Barbara's smile was sometimes more mysterious. She radiated a beautiful energy which seemed to say: "I AM Love." There was a gentle power in it. Awesome. At other times she seemed lustful, even wanton. Occasionally she would clown around.

Cindy on the other hand was pure unadulterated joy. She was having a ball and it showed.

Mary's smile reflected great dignity combined with charm.

Each different, each wonderful, each joyful, each loving. I felt even more bewitched, beguiled, entranced and enchanted.

I also photographed the Kuan-yin statue, the bookcases, the interior of the house and lots of pictures of Samantha. Samantha seemed to know what I was doing and was extra cute.

I took pictures out the front windows showing how we were snowed in and pictures out the back over the fields of the farm. In the back not far from the house was a clump of trees, which I was told contained a spring feeding a pond. This was their swimming hole in the summer and I was invited to come back in the summer to try it out. They had purchased a truckload of sand so it now had a little beach and a sandy bottom.

As I filled the camera storage I would copy the pictures into my laptop as well as Ann's computer and she later burned a DVD for me as a backup.

Cindy borrowed Barb's Harem pants and top and did a beautiful and erotic belly dance, which I recorded. Nothing psychic happened with this dance either but it was still very beautiful. Cindy's belly dance routine was totally different from Barbara's.

I had the girls pose in the outfits they wore to breakfast on Wednesday.

The girls had me get dressed and pose for several portraits. Ann would later print them 11 x 14 and Mary would frame them and hang them prominently. I felt very honored.

As we were wrapping up Cindy asked her mother if she could convert the black half slip that she had worn with her black dress into a belly dancing skirt.

Mary agreed.

Cindy went and got the scissors and proceeded to cut a number of slits up almost to the waist. I took some additional belly dancing shots with this new costume.

I then put the camera battery on the charger.

A short conversation with Ann.

At one point Ann and I were alone. Ann wiggled her fanny and asked: "Am I 'a piece of ass?'"

I replied: "Definitely, an awesomely beautiful piece of ass who takes me to wonderful levels of spiritual connection."

She laughed and gave me a big sloppy kiss. I gave her ass a soft caress ending with my fingers reaching under to touch a very well lubricated slit.

We both smiled.

This was a happy moment.

Another massage and still more.

Cindy suggested another massage and we headed to her room for it. This time we were more sensual with it and both of us were quickly aroused. We were psychically merging again. We alternated between massage and out and out petting. She especially liked my stroking her G spot with my finger. I brought her to orgasm several times. She had really neat orgasms, short but very intense.

At one point she was laying on her stomach with her legs splayed apart. Her ass looked very pretty. She looked back at me, raised her rear like a cat in heat and said: "Put it in." So I did. She almost immediately had another orgasm. As I was thrusting away she said: "Can we try another experiment?"

I asked: "What do you want to try?"

She said: "I want you to put it in my ass."

I responded: "Are you sure?"

She replied: "Please - Oh pretty please."

So I did. She was very tight and I entered her slowly and carefully. I had stroked less than ten times when she started having another orgasm. She had three more before I had mine. Hers were incredibly intense, which amplified mine.

When I pulled out she giggled and said: "That was really neat - we will have to do that again."

She had managed to stay innocent, even now. We hugged for a while before we went and shared a shower.

She scrubbed me thoroughly. I scrubbed her thoroughly too. Cindy can always find ways to bring a fun twist to things.

Afterwards, I took a nap.

A Discussion with Ann.

Later in the den, Ann showed me some of the modifications she had been making to her book. She had worked until 2:00 AM Friday morning on it plus a bunch more Friday night. The flavor of her insights had changed somewhat but both her old writings and her new modifications addressed several key areas of my life in ways which were tremendously helpful. She made me a CD with both versions. She also included her physics papers, "Interconnections" and a number of other files she thought I would enjoy. She said there was a file in there that she had written just for me.

Ann stood up and went into the kitchen. She returned with a crystal goblet of water. She looked at me very intensely and whispered: "I offer you water."

I took a sip and replied: "May you never thirst." She took a sip also.

She sat on my lap. We hugged for a long time. Glorious union. Our telepathic link returned - but differently, more sharing feelings than thoughts. Eventually we found the spiritual energy shifting from melding to erotic. She changed position so that she offered me a breast. I kissed and sucked one nipple while I played with the other with one hand and stroked her back with my other hand. She became totally aroused almost immediately, as did I.

She asked: "Is it time to consummate our ceremony?"

I replied: "Certainly."

We walked arm in arm up the stairs to her bedroom. As we went upstairs I worried if I would be able to perform again so soon after Cindy.

I needn't have worried. It was wonderful, it was past wonderful.

We ended with our normal telepathic link firmly in place and I was detecting messages of great love. I felt grand. Ann was incredibly sweet. Just being around her was a true delight.

Ann left to continue packing.

Some alone time.

I took some time to sit alone in the den.

I moved the contents of Ann's CD to my laptop's hard drive and looked for the file she said she had written just for me. There was a file named: "Beloved." Reading it brought tears to my eves. I felt so totally and completely loved.

I tracked Ann down and gave her a long soft kiss and a longer hug. We melded together. If we hadn't just made love I would have carted her off to bed. She knew it.

As I returned to the den I found myself thinking: 'She is easy to love, all of the Wells girls are easy to love. I love. - I choose to love. - It's really just that simple. - I choose to love. - I choose to manifest love. - I choose to manifest love and light.'

After I calmed down I began to meditate. Instead of my normal meditation I found that I was returning to that state I was in after making love with Mary. I found myself exploring the akashic records. I knew who the Wells family had been, including Jack, John, Joan, Dr. Schmidt and Connie as well how many other people that I knew, including my wife and family, fit into a larger drama with me, as well as each other, a beautiful unfoldment.

I also found verification of Ann being the next incarnation of the soul that Mary had aborted.

Still no clue about my 'mystery girl,' just a strong sense that I loved her, loved her romantically yet innocently, loved her profoundly, that I was in love with her. This love also magnified my love for my wife as well as all the Wells ladies. There was something really weird about this. It was almost like she was nearby, but I decided that that was just a silly mind game.

I got out my laptop and made notes describing close to one hundred past lives. About half were mine. I found that I could usually identify the present incarnation of at least the main players in these stories by their energy, by their vibrations. At other times I really didn't know who the stories were about.

Sometimes the relevance of a given story to the larger pattern was obvious, sometimes not. Some lifetimes seemed to be asides, breaks from the mainstream. It was almost like they were vacations, side explorations or cleaning up unfinished details.

It was amazing how the various lives dovetailed together and how small events in one life would set up another. One thing that came through all of this was the importance of being loving and compassionate rather than trying to always be 'fair' or 'just.' It was truly amazing how the information would re-present itself so I could enter it into my computer.

I knew that I had been a soldier in many lifetimes but that phase of my spiritual education was now over. Unless I really messed up, I would never need to be a soldier again. Many of these lives seemed to run together. It was hard to keep them straight. I thought: "How ironic, these lifetimes are 'bleeding together.' " I was very happy with the idea of never needing to be a soldier again.

I discovered that my wife was Ann's 'Lucy.' My first love in this life was Ann's 'Samuel.' Cindy also has strong past life ties to my first love. Barbara's ties may be even stronger but I didn't have any details.

I found out a lot about Sally, Faith and Juli. I found out quite a bit about Beverly, a classmate in high school, and Donna who had been our group secretary at a company I was at in the 1970's.

I found myself thinking of a number of the others I had been sending love to. I found myself reaching out to a number of them in psychic greeting. In several cases I found that I was receiving psychic responses from them. Kind and sweet- Pure joy - Oh, the beauty of it all.

I knew that Barbara and I had indeed been lovers before. I felt a tremendous 'rightness' in continuing to be lovers.

In some ways Barbara remained a mystery. I found myself aware that while she has powerful healing powers, those powers are a side effect of other powers which are more central to her dharma. She needs to be careful with her healing powers, not allow them to become a distraction from the primary purpose of the life, whatever it is.

I found myself wondering if she was here Bodhisattva. Whatever she is, she is certainly a very advanced soul, here to do some important work. I thought 'How interesting.'

I found myself becoming much more aware of my own dharma, my mission in life. I was also becoming aware, not of other peoples dharma, as much as how I could help them accomplish whatever their dharma was. I found this difference to be very interesting. I could do things to help without pushing other people in specific directions, i.e. while fully honoring their free will.

The purpose of compassion, the role of compassion, the importance of compassion, the beauty of living with compassion all seemed to become much clearer. I was seeing the importance of being compassionate for compassion's sake. Again I was on the "Pollen path."




Driving in Snow Ch. 05



I suddenly found my energy shifting. I was no longer looking into the Akashic record, instead I was living it. Past lives were becoming ordinary memories. The knight lifetime was as real to me, as say, my college years. For a few minutes I was, quite literally, the knight. I knew both his joy and his pain, his triumphs and his tragedies. That lifetime seemed to have many ties to my present life. Events, many of which seemed small and unimportant then seem to be playing an important part in setting up this lifetime.

In that moment I understood why we reincarnate and why not remembering the details of our past lives makes living this lifetime much more bearable. Yet a great deal of our history does appear subconsciously as our fears and our fascinations. At the same time there is awesome beauty in the big picture but that is only visible when you can look at your history with more than a little detachment. It is going through forgiveness, especially self-forgiveness to a place where forgiveness is just not necessary.

I wrote a lot about the knight.

I stayed in stillness for about twenty minutes and then went to find Ann.

We talked about what I had found. She read several of the stories that I felt would be of particular interest to her. I also pointed out six stories that I said seemed vexing to me in that the energies seemed familiar but I could not identify them. In four cases she was able to add additional information to the stories and in three of those cases we were able to then identify the people. One remaining story, about a couple named Suzanne and Pierre was especially vexing. I was getting a very strong read on Suzanne's energy but essentially none on Pierre's. Suzanne seemed very familiar but I didn't have a clue as to who it was.

We moved a copy of the file to Ann's computer and she printed copies for all of us to read. We all got together and discussed it at length. Later, Ann worked to combine my past life notes with her own. It was amazing how the two fit together. This was for me a logical validation of the authenticity of both works. In several cases we had descriptions of interacting lifetimes which was even more validation.

Ann had written a program which would automate the cross references between each story. She went through my file adding the links so her program would add my data to hers.

A Shower with Barb

At one point Barbara asked: "Want a shower?"

I replied: " OK."

We had a nice soapy shower together. I found that I enjoyed playing with her breasts almost as much as she enjoyed my playing with them. We really enjoyed my playing with other places too. She was hot. We were hot. She was passionate. We were passionate but mostly we were joyous. We had fun.

A conversation with Cindy.

At one point Cindy and I were alone in the den. She thanked me for making love with her and she said that: "My experience was so much better than I ever imagined, both at a low level and at a high level. At a low level it was far better than the descriptions I had heard from the other girls in school." She talked about how many of the girls said that they did not have orgasms at all, while she had lots and lots. She giggled and said: "I lost count." She thanked me for my patience concluding: "You had me so ready and were so gentle that it didn't hurt at all."

She kissed me softly.

She also talked about how she wanted to try sex but worried that she would feel cheap or dirty when she actually had sex. She found that she felt really good about herself and really good about us. "When it really happened it wasn't about sex at all, it was somehow different."

She commented: "There were three big surprises however. First, I had expected that my orgasms would be different and better when I had real sex but they really weren't. The sensations were just the same, more intense - yes, but basically just the same. What was different and this was my second surprise was just how important the feeling of sharing, caring and of being cared for would be, or just how intense those feelings could become. That is what made it beautiful. The sharing and the caring is what opened my heart, our hearts in a way that made the psychic connection, that made it magical. I've never thought of love in terms of opening hearts before. I've certainly never heard the girls at school talk in those terms, but that's what it really is."

She continued: "The girls at school talk about love and sex a whole lot but I'm beginning to think that they really don't know what they are talking about. When they talk about love what is really being described is usually either lust, some way of manipulating their boyfriend or being manipulated by him or else some delusional fantasy. It's just so sad, so tragic."

I replied: "They are having the experiences that they need to grow spiritually. Yes, it may be sad, even tragic but it is how they have chosen to learn, to explore. You can love them, act with compassion towards them, try to guide them, even share their pain but remember, you cannot do their work for them."

She then said: "I'm so glad you showed up when you did.

"I wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You have no idea how horny just being in your presence made me. It only got worse Tuesday night when I realized what was going to be happening with Ann. You weren't doing anything flirtatious or suggestive but even that night I thought you were the sexiest man I'd ever met. Your age didn't matter. Your weight didn't matter. Nothing mattered - I just wanted you, it seemed like lust but it wasn't lust, it was something different. - I just wanted to love you, love you physically, love you every which way. Somehow I knew that you really loved me, loved all of us and it was driving me crazy."

She kissed me again. She moved onto my lap, sitting sideways and we kissed still again. I had one hand on her back and stroked her thigh with the other.

She then said: " I love my sisters very much - They are two amazing people. I am, however, surprised at myself for not being at all jealous of them when you were having sex with them. I thought: 'I should be jealous,' but I wasn't and I wondered why. I thought about what you had said about jealousy but that really only intensified the question. Instead a funny calm settled over me. I was in a wonderful place. I slept well that night. I surprised myself even more by not masturbating that night or Wednesday night either, somehow I didn't need to."

Continuing: "I was, however, jealous of Barbara during breakfast on Wednesday. I wished that I had a negligee like 'always prim and proper' Barbara. It's funny I'd never wanted to show off my body before but I sure did then. That night at dinner, it flared again when I found out she had danced nude for you, but it died immediately when I realized there was a way for me to do it too. And now look at us- I never would have imagined being naked with a man, far less my lover in my own den, with my sisters and even my mom around, and with them happily naked too. This is just too wild."

She concluded: "Coming back to my main point: At a higher level I never expected to find the God inside, that I was the God inside, while having sex. I've been reading mom's books for years but they always seemed, well, theoretical before. They seemed to be full of nice ideas that weren't quite real. Ann understands and she tries to explain it to me but I just wasn't connecting somehow. Barb just knows this stuff at the core of her being. Mom struggles with this stuff. I think she gets part of it but not other parts. Both mom and I would look at Ann and Barb and see that this stuff can work but we weren't really getting it.

"I don't know how to explain this but just after we made love, somehow those books all suddenly made sense, suddenly they were real. For me Tantra worked. Bringing spiritual awareness to love and lovemaking really makes all the difference. Really loving someone, loving mindfully, even if you seemed to have just met, can open intuitive channels in ways that lead not just to great sex or great joy but all the way to true bliss and wisdom comes with the bliss."

I nodded.

She was silent for a bit and then began to giggle. She explained that even her masturbating was much more fun now that she was sharing it with me.

She spread her legs slightly and guided my hand to stroke the inside of her thigh. My caresses stopped just short of heavy petting.

She then explained that some of the girls in school had complained that guys can be rough with oral and anal sex and that she really trusted me to be gentle and was thankful that I had been willing to try them with her.

She paused, then said: "I want to thank you not just for being gentle physically but for being gentle spiritually."

I smiled and responded: "Thank You."

She said: "You do not have to worry about my having 'inappropriate activities,' for our psychic link has turned you into a super chaperone that I cannot hide from, do not want to hide from and do not want to disappoint."

I responded: "Don't let that become a trap. All I want for you is for you to live to the best you know how. That will be enough. If you make me your 'super chaperone,' then you will eventually come to hate me, so please do not go there. I'm happy with the thought of sharing your experiences but let's keep it a sharing, not a judging." She put her arms around me and gave me a really big kiss.

She then said: "If it's OK with you there can be a still another reason for my not having 'inappropriate activities.' I talked with Ann about our psychic link and about what happened when you were with mom. Ann is fine with the idea of you and I staying linked when you're making love with her. Would you be OK with that?"

I responded: "Yes. I think so. We'll have to give it a try. We may not want to always do it that way but we can at least do that sometimes."

Then I pointed out: "Don't limit yourself to me. Somewhere you will meet a nice guy and I want you to be open to that possibility. Allow him to find you. Be open to love. Allow yourself to create love in your life."

She kissed me again.

I caressed her inner lips. She sighed happily.

Planning an experiment.

Still later Ann, Barb, Cindy and I were sitting on the den sofa. We were discussing the psychic experiences that I shared with each of them. I commented that it seemed that I was exploring the interface between knowledge and wisdom with Ann, direct connection to wisdom with Barb and sensation and possibly innocence as well as Tantra with Cindy.

At one point I found myself musing about possibilities only to find the girls chorusing: "Yes." We decided that I would sleep with Barb that night after twenty strokes with Ann. Likewise Cindy and I would keep our psychic link open.

The Plow

The snow plow finally came through. I noted that the snow was slowly melting. Ann got dressed and went out and used the tractor to plow out the driveway. I watched her do it with very mixed emotions.

Saturday dinner.

We had hot open roast beef sandwiches using some of the left over roast beef. Dinner was delicious.

Ann started the conversation by asking: "Mom, yesterday you said that dad liked sex four ways. What were they?"

Mary answered: "In my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass and between my tits."

This launched a discussion of oral and anal sex.

Finally that conversation wound down. As it was winding down Ann whispered in my ear: "I'm yours, any and every way you want me."

I smiled and kissed her cheek.

Our conversation wandered all over the place, going from a discussion of how spiritual awareness enhances sex to a discussion of sexual positions.

I thought: 'We're going from the sublime to the ridiculous,' but Cindy really wanted to explore this topic. Apparently this was a common subject among the girls at school.

Mary explained that John either used the missionary position or doggy style but seemed to prefer doggy style, often holding her by her hair. She felt that this was a dominance issue. She chuckled and said that she and Jack usually had sex in a car and then it was sort of a question of finding positions that would work. She smiled and said: "Besides we were just horny."

We talked about this for a while before returning to the main topic.

I was asked about my preferences and I explained that I was always very slow to orgasm such that comfort for both myself and my partner was always important which tended to rule out many of the more, shall we say, exotic positions. That said, I liked a variety but if I had to choose a favorite it would be the astride position. They asked why and I answered: "This position allows very strong clitoral contact which is really pleasing to my partner and my partner's pleasure is a very important part of my pleasure. Also she then has control of the pace and the intensity of that contact." That netted me a soft kiss from Mary.

I continued: "Don't let me sound totally altruistic here because I find watching my partner to be very enjoyable. The touching sensation is also very important to me - before and after as well as during. I receive a great deal of pleasure touching my partner. Hopefully I'm creating pleasure at the same time. Thus, there's a lot to be said for variety here. For example: It's fun to switch back and forth between astride and missionary by rolling over, while staying inserted."

We had finished dinner by this time, so we loaded the dishwasher and moved the conversation to the living room.

We continued discussing various positions and I explained that I thought the missionary position often gets a bad rap since it is a good position to kiss your partner, features lots of bodily contact and allows good motion. I said that I once tried a sitting position, which was even better for kissing, but it was not good because it really didn't allow much motion. The girls laughed.

I pointed out: "There is actually a great deal of variation in the basic 'missionary position' since the girl can position her legs differently so as to provide a wide variation in the angle of entry. This changes the sensations markedly. She can go from having her legs close together, to wide apart, to wrapped around her partners hips, to under his shoulders, all the way, if she is limber enough, to having her legs under her own shoulders."

Cindy lay down on the floor and brought her legs up until they were under her arms and said: "Like this?"

I replied: "Exactly."

I'd had an erection through much of this conversation but looking at Cindy I was now even harder.

She grinned. Then got back up.

Ann asked about doggy style.

I said that the rear entry positions in general allow the man great hand access to the girls breasts, and allow deep penetration, but usually don't make much, if any, contact with the clitoris. The man can however, reach around and stimulate it with his fingers. I noted that I for one really enjoyed the feel of a girl's ass against my hips, even though I missed looking at my partner's face. Mirrors can be helpful here. I also pointed out that it is supposed to be the best position for getting a girl pregnant since the uterus points down such that gravity helps the semen flow.

I mentioned another class of positions where the girl lies on her back on a bed or table with her legs up or out in such a way that the man can enter her while standing or kneeling next to the bed or whatever.

Barbara asked about other unusual positions.

I responded that: "There were many but two come to mind. The first is from ancient Japan and has apparatus. A basket is hung from a rafter by a pulley. The man is on his back under it. The basket has no bottom and the girl sits in the basket with her behind sticking out. A servant operates the pulley and raises and lowers the girl on the man's penis. I expect she could also be spun around."

Ann had a mischievous grin on her face as she asked: "Is that the origin of the term 'screwing?'"

We all laughed until our sides ached.

After we stopped laughing I continued: "The other one, I read about in college and it has somehow stuck with me. It's a standing position where the girl has one foot on the ground and her other foot on the man's shoulder."

Cindy stood, held out her hand and said: "Please get up."

I did and she came to me and lifted one leg to my shoulder. She reached down and guided me in. Her vagina was fully lubricated. She then wrapped one arm around my neck and kissed me. I pushed in deep and started stroking. I slipped out and had to reinsert myself. Then I held her hips and was able to control our motions much better. It was an interesting way to do it.

The rest of the Wells family looked on, quite surprised.

We stopped well short of orgasm and sat down again.

We sat in stunned silence for a moment. I was in disbelief as much as any of them. Cindy just beamed.

Mary got up and said: "It's time to check the weather forecast." She walked into the den. Barbara and Cindy followed.

Ann looked me in the eye and asked: "My beloved, what happened, what upset you?"

I replied: "The energy was all wrong. I wasn't making love with her, I was just screwing her. I could read her enough to know that she was just trying to please me. She was doing something she knew I wanted to try. She was being her innocent playful self, but I wasn't being innocent and I sensed that you, your mother and Barbara knew it. I don't know if it was having an audience that did it, the total lack of foreplay or if it was just something about the dynamic. In any event I feel ashamed of myself."

She took my head in her hands and kissed me gently. Then she said: "It's OK to be human. You are still the most loving man I've ever met."

I smiled wanly.

She said: "Come on. Let's grab a shower."

A Shower with Ann

Nude hugs tend to be very powerful. Soapy nude hugs can be even more powerful, especially when they become both melding and erotic. Ann can be pure love. She knows how to heal my heart.

More Photography

Cindy started another fire in the fireplace. When it was burning well I went and got my camera. I took a long series of pictures using just firelight or a combination of firelight and candlelight. Beautiful girls + beautiful lighting = beautiful photographs, both sensual and romantic.

Conducting the experiment.

That night Ann and I did in fact have our 'twenty strokes' which did indeed create a telepathic bond.

I went into Barbara's room and she was all ready for me. I lay back with two pillows beneath my head. She mounted me in an astride position allowing me to look into her eyes. The pillows held my head at the perfect angle with no strain on my neck muscles. As we made love her eyes became the liquid fire again. Barbara was doing amazing things with her hips, almost doing a belly dance with me inside. Somehow that didn't matter, the merging mattered. I was aware of Ann, Cindy and Barbara in the merging. The experience was really indescribable other than to say incredibly loving, and incredibly blissful.

There was love flow this time too, seemingly going to the same group of people as before. Now, however I was aware that they all were profoundly connected at a very high level. This connection predated this lifetime. The mystery girl was prominent but remained a mystery.

When we finished Ann and Cindy came in and we all hugged for a long while.

Still later Barbara said: "Ann, Cindy and I have always been close, but now we are closer than I ever imagined would be possible." Both Ann and Cindy smiled and nodded.

I felt a telepathic message from Ann expressing even greater love for me. I would not have believed that that was possible.




Driving in Snow Ch. 05



Ann looked at Barb and Cindy who both nodded and then she left the room, returning a minute later with a crystal goblet of water. The psychic connection was intense as we each took a sip.

Later Ann and Cindy went back to their rooms and Barbara and I went to sleep together.

Sometime in the middle of the night I was awakened by Barb singing softly. The song was in a language that I did not recognize, although it may well have been Sanscrit. I found images of swirling color and bright white, almost like a flame, dancing before my eyes lighting the totally darkened room. Then I found we were again merging together. The merging lasted a long time and was just as blissful as the other occasions. I found myself knowing that we could make the merging connection by telephone.

When we awoke the next morning she said to me: "Don't worry - I remember the song." She knew what it would do also.



Driving in Snow Ch. 06



Chapter 6.

Early Sunday morning.

After breakfast Cindy and I went to take a shower together. Just before we were to get into the shower she said: "Let's try it again."

She raised her foot to my shoulder and this time it was making love. It was very nice. Our psychic link made it even nicer. After we came she went to her knees and licked me clean. As she stood she grinned and said: "That tastes so good."

Just before we were to leave for the conference Mary asked me if I had any dirty laundry. I said yes and got it for her. Later when we returned I would find it folded neatly on the guest bed.

Getting dressed for the conference I found my pants fitting loosely and I needed to use the last hole in my belt.

Conference.

Ann drove me to the conference site in her SUV.

We talked about many things: my career and its spiritual lessons as well as her education, both formal and informal, and the spiritual significance of it all. We talked about "the experiment" and she commented that it seemed we were all sharing knowledge, wisdom, love, sensation, and innocence.

When we got to the conference I did not try to attend the last couple of talks but instead wandered around and soaked up the energy of the place. I found that I could purchase a full set of CD's of all the talks for $120.00 which I did. I also purchased a Buddhist prayer wheel. Spinning one is supposed to say every prayer inside. The most common filling is hundreds or even thousands of copies of: "Om Mani Padmi Hum."

We drove back to the Wells home, stopping at a discount store to buy several suitcases and other things Ann felt she would need. Ann also picked up an extra month's supply of birth control pills.

At one point we were passing a park and Ann turned into the parking lot. We were alone in the lot as she parked the car in a far corner, totally out of sight of the road.

We started a wild make out session and proceeded to shed each other's clothing. It was somewhat awkward even with the seats tilted back as far as they would go but we did manage very nicely anyway. She screamed during her orgasms.

Afterward I commented to her that this was actually a first for me in that I was in college and had an apartment when I became sexually active and had never actually had sex in a car before.

She laughed and said: "Better late than never."

We laughed as we redressed. Being together was joyous. We drove on.

We found ourselves singing: "Om Mani Padmi Hum" again. Same melody as Tuesday night, same building to a climax. Same feeling of profound relaxation and profound love afterwards. While we were singing I picked up the prayer wheel from the back seat of the car and spun it in time to our music.

During the ride Ann commented that my visit was the first time that she had ever seen her mother actually looking happy. She likewise said: "This is the first time I ever heard my mother laugh - and I do mean ever."

She said also: "When mom told her story I knew that if you could take her to bed you could heal the worst of her anguish but I really didn't think there would be a way for you to do that. Thank you so much for finding a way. You are right: miracles happen when you allow them to."

More research.

While Ann and I were off at the conference, Barbara, Cindy and Mary were all finding that they too were able to discover past life information. They each worked separately and when they all reached a natural stopping point they compared notes and worked up a crude cross reference.

When Ann and I returned to the Wells home we were told in no uncertain terms that we were grossly overdressed. After removing our attire we all shared some really good hugs. We then sat down to a late lunch.

They presented us a set of notes based on their discoveries. These notes went into hundreds of lives, some were of people that the Wells family did not even know, but I knew. Several were high school or college friends of mine. This lead to even more discussion. They even cleared up some mysteries for me, but not anything about my mystery girl. I was starting to think that, just maybe, she was here in this history but I wasn't recognizing her.

The girls seemed comfortable with all of this but Mary seemed to be in overload. Mary was playing with some past life guilt.

I responded: "Remember that a past life is a different personality and it is the personality that makes the choices which creates the karma. Our present personality is different, even though it may be shaped by the sum of all of our past lives. We need to look at the choices made by past lives with compassion, but with detachment, and understand that karma is not punishment but a chance to choose again, to choose more wisely, a chance to restore balance. We do not suffer now because of bad karma, karma only sets the stage. We suffer now because of the choices we are making now. We are free to choose to live without suffering. Doing that, however, means being in complete sync with our soul and our soul's purpose. If and when we achieve that complete synchronization we don't need to be here anymore. Until we get there, different choices merely mean different future problems to face. We need to remember: What the personality sees as a problem, the soul sees as a project, a way to explore and by exploring grow in wisdom. So there is no need for guilt."

Mary hugged me.

The discussion continued for a while, then wound down.

Ann went and got her computer and loaded the file from her mother and sisters. I sat and read the notes while Ann worked combining that file with our version.

Meeting Connie.

The phone rang and it was Connie calling Barbara. Barb took the portable phone and walked upstairs chatting quietly. About twenty minutes later she came back downstairs and asked me if I would like to meet Connie.

I said: "Sure."

Barbara then invited Connie to join us for dinner. Connie agreed but said that she would have to leave by 8:00 since she still had homework to finish. Barb wandered off still chatting with her friend.

Barb then hung up the phone and called to all of us to go get dressed since Connie was on her way.

Barbara had a whispered conversation with Cindy who giggled and smiled while glancing in my direction, obviously agreeing with whatever Barb suggested. I wondered what it was but figured whatever it was I would probably really enjoy it.

We were all dressed and Mary began to work on supper while the rest of us were sitting in the living room when Connie's car pulled into the driveway. Barb went to open the kitchen door. We followed.

Barb opened the door and her friend entered carrying her purse and a paper grocery bag. Barb took the, purse, bag and Connie's coat, passing them to Ann who hung the coat up in the front hall closet and set the bag and the purse at the foot of the stairs.

Connie was about five foot five, with long jet black hair, big brown eyes, a cute face and a nice figure.

Looking at Connie, something was going off in my head but I didn't quite have it yet.

Barb did the introductions. Then she gave Connie a big hug.

Connie said: "Wow, that's some hug."

Barb laughed and said: "My hugs have gotten a whole lot better since I've had lessons from an expert."

She pointed to me. I opened my arms and Connie stepped into them. I gave her a really nice hug - we shared wonderful melding energy. She sighed and said: "I see what you mean."

Cindy commented: "If you really want a good hug try hugging him naked."

Connie looked totally shocked while Ann, Barbara and Mary burst out laughing. Cindy giggled. I blushed. Finally Connie asked: "You do that?"

The girls all nodded: "Yes," still laughing.

Connie said to me: "Boy, things have really changed here. These are the last people I would ever expect to do something like that."

Barb countered: "You're always telling me to 'loosen up.'"

Connie smiled and said: "I guess I am, aren't I. Well it sounds like you really have." Turning to Barbara, she asked: "Did you really belly dance for him?"

Barbara replied: "Yes, both ways." Followed by a chuckle.

Connie looked confused and asked: "What are the two ways?"

Barb replied: "The first way was a normal dance and the second way was with him inside me!"

Connie responded: "...Oh."

Mary smiled.

Connie looked at Mary and asked: "Are you OK with this?"

Mary answered: "You bet." and slid her arm around my waist. Pulling me to her. "This is a really special person, someone I have been waiting for for years, if not lifetimes. You know how we believe in reincarnation - well he is an old friend over many lifetimes, just as you are. He has made love with each of us and it was really making love, not just having sex. That, by the way was a first for me."

Ann, Barbata and Cindy all nodded. Mary kissed my cheek.

Connie let out a breath and whispered: "Wow."

Barbara explained: "It's fantastic, much better than I could have imagined. There is something wonderful about giving and receiving orgasms but that is only a small part of the total experience."

Connie again said: "Oh. ... What is the rest?"

Barb answered: "Part of the rest is really connecting with who we really are - That divine place. We are so much more than just human. There is a place at the center of each of us which is pure love. Really loving is discovering that divine center and that the divine centers can merge in one glorious union."

Barbara looked at me, so I continued: "We usually think of ourselves as our personality, but that is not who we really are. The word personality comes from 'persona' which was the mask worn by an actor in a Greek play. At the highest levels we are each the one God in disguise. One being comprising all sentient life in the universe, both physically manifest and non-physical. At a somewhat lower level we have separation into individuals, but we travel in groups, interacting in all the myriad ways that humans can. However, if and when we get past the masks, the costumes, the dramas, the drama, we find that our group becomes 'one big happy family.'"

Ann commented: "One big tribe, which is actually one consciousness, one being, one loving being and one loving doing, a verb as much as a noun, but we usually see it as a group. Our individuality is different from our personality. It is aware of multiple lifetimes. Thus it has a very different perspective. Sometimes our individuality can merge with another individuality. That merging tends to be incredible, but it is a rare event and quite temporary. Usually those individualities are part of one 'family,' one group."

Connie looked sad and said: "You guys, maybe."

I took her in my arms again for another hug. There was something extra special about hugging her - some form of union - something not yet understood - something wonderful. She melted into my arms and I said: "You're part of this too." I kissed her cheek. She looked up at me and smiled.

She asked: "A loving group? How?"

I responded: "Yes, a loving group. How? In whatever way is appropriate. There are many ways to express love, especially spiritual love. It seems to have been appropriate for me to go to bed with each of the Wells girls, but that is far from the only or even the normal way of expressing spiritual love."

She asked: "Do you love me spiritually?"

I responded: "It seems that I do. We definitely have a strong connection, but that doesn't mean that we automatically need to go to bed together."

She looked wistful and replied: "Maybe we should."

I responded: "That might happen sometime in the future but lets not push it. Lets just let things unfold." We swayed as we continued hugging. Finally we released. It took a lot of will power to end that hug.

Mary jumped in saying: "We have found out a great deal about all of our past history together, including yours."

Ann left the room. Saying: "Be right back."

Barbara looked at her friend and said: "As we begin to understand our interactions over lifetimes, it becomes apparent that much of what we do plays out over many lifetimes and that love is much more real than fear or hate and cooperation is the norm. We really are 'one big family.' We literally carry love from lifetime to lifetime."

This discussion continued.

Ann returned with another three ring notebook. She gave it to Connie saying: "Here is what we have been able to discover about our history together - Hot off the press. It is an incredible story, actually an incredible set of intertwined stories. For example: you have been my mother in two lifetimes, my daughter in another and my husband in two more. You and Barb have had some wild adventures together."

I still didn't quite have the whole picture but I had part of it, as I looked at Connie and said: "So have we."

We ended up sitting around the kitchen table while Mary continued preparing dinner. The conversation continued exploring our past ties. Connie, who apparently had been somewhat skeptical of the Wells family spirituality, was becoming intrigued. Connie started asking questions. Some of her questions were quite basic and some were very sophisticated. Connie was really 'one smart cookie.'

I later learned that while Barbara was expected to be her class valedictorian, Connie was expected to be the salutatorian.

Our discussions went far and wide. At one point we discussed the idea sometimes called 'the planes of manifestation'. I concluded with: "I need to clear up one thing. In referring to personality and spirit or essence or soul it sounds like they are separate. They are not. From body through personality to soul, on to Atman and through the manifest God all the way to Tao, it is really all one. Each of these is a different perspective on the same thing. This is an incredibly subtle concept, but key to understanding the 'all that is.' We are each the one God in disguise, but the disguises are very good. All of human activity, indeed all activity by all of life, is creating experience for the oneness, that is me and you and us and US globally, universally, All of this activity is to conduct that exploration and by so doing bring us back to remembering just what we are, which is really better expressed as: what I am, What I AM."

Mary set the table and served dinner, an early dinner to go with a late lunch. The conversation became somewhat lighter. We were all very relaxed.

At one point there was a bit of a lull in the conversation and Ann commented to Mary: "It's weird to be eating while dressed."

Connie almost choked on her food and responded: "What???"

Ann replied: "This is our first dressed meal in three days."

Connie just smiled and shook her head.

This launched us into another discussion of nudity. We covered much of the same ground as Wednesday's discussion.

Mary pointed out: "Obviously nudity can be very sexually arousing and that arousal may either draw those involved toward or away from spiritual awareness. Sometimes however, it turns out to be totally non-sexual. I've never been to a nudist camp but I expect that is largely how things are there, for instance. Non-sexual nudity likewise can draw people toward or away from their spiritual selves. We have found, however, that it pulls us toward spiritual awareness."

I pointed out: "When people are not used to being nude, nudity tends to add a great amount of energy to the situation whether it is a sexual context or a non-sexual one, but as one gets used to it it can produce a profound relaxation, a profound sense of trust. Again it is all in how you come to it, use it.".

It was clear that Connie was not yet comfortable with the thought of being nude. She also did not quite believe that people could be nude together in a non-sexual way.

I commented: "At least for me, sexual thoughts and sexual energy are often present, either overtly or lurking just below the surface, when I'm in the presence of a girl that I find attractive whether she is dressed or not. In some ways it's actually easier to control when everybody's nude. To amplify what I said before: I find nudity to be somewhat funny - It can intensify both sexual feelings and feelings of innocence. The trick therefore is to take that energy and allow it to transform itself into higher and more subtle forms."

Cindy commented: "From what I've been reading that may well be the central idea of Tantra."

The conversation slowly morphed into a discussion of sex and some aspects of it's role in a spiritual universe.

Connie was surprised by this discussion. All she had ever been told related sex with sin. The idea that sex, especially sex outside of marriage, could be sacred was new to her.

She asked: "Just what is sacred sex?"

I answered: "Having sex in a way that increases your spiritual awareness and/or that of your partner."

Connie responded: "That simple?"

Mary replied: "If only it were that simple."

I said: "If you can really see your partner as a spiritual being in human form and see sex as a way of expressing love for that being, as a way of honoring that being then this can create a profound connection between self as personality and self as spirit. Perhaps I can put it better by saying: Creating an awareness of the unity between self as personality and self as spirit, self as divinity.

A big part of this is intention. If you approach the act as a celebration of life, a celebration of self and partner as spiritual beings, even as Gods or united as God, then it can and does become sacred. For most people however the shift to considering self as spirit, becoming aware of self as spirit, is a huge leap. The energy of Eros can push in that direction or act to block it according to our true intention.

A funny story, in some ways perhaps a tragic one: I once called my first love a 'Goddess' and she objected saying: 'Oh, Don't put me on a pedestal.' She said it in a way that I felt attacked such that I did not or maybe could not explain that I was calling her a Goddess because she was making me feel like a God. I think that at that time I was feeling Godlike more as a recognition of Godlike power rather than Godlike virtue, Godlike wisdom, Godlike Teh. Maybe if I had had even a little more wisdom I would have been able to explain where I was coming from. Maybe if I had been able to explain this it would have changed our dynamic in a way that would have allowed us to stay together, maybe not. Small things often have large consequences.

I need to make a point here: Virtue is very different from morality. Virtue is based in love while morality is based in fear. That fear may be as fear of God as judge or as fear of what others will think of you or of what you will think of yourself. But ultimately, morality is doing what man says is appropriate. Virtue is doing what our soul knows is appropriate and with full acceptance of the consequences. Teh is living to the highest in our nature. Teh makes all of life sacred, specifically including sex if we so choose. Remember: Sex symbolizes creativity and creation. It also is a powerful way of expressing love."

The discussion continued.

It was apparent from some of Connie's questions and comments that she was still a virgin. She did not overtly say so.

Connie was flabbergasted when Cindy commented that she lost count of her orgasms during her first lovemaking. Connie looked sad and said: "I've never had even one."

Cindy said something which caused Connie to realize that Cindy was aware of some of the rumors running around the school. Finally she made her situation explicit for Cindy's benefit by explaining: "Don't believe the rumor mill at school. I've been dating Paul for about a year now. He is the closest thing to a nice guy of all of the football players. I've let him take my bra off a few times, but that's all - in spite of his best efforts. He keeps trying to get me to suck his cock but I find that idea totally revolting. I don't know how the story that we're fucking got started. Wait, actually, I do know: Paul was being pressured by the other guys and made up a story. When I asked him about it, he said: 'Don't worry about it. It's just a story. Who cares if you're still a virgin anyway.' I told him that I cared and he just laughed at me. What he didn't realize is that by spreading such stories or even by not killing them, he has lost my trust and my love such that now I will never sleep with him. "




Driving in Snow Ch. 06



I said: "There is a funny aspect to trust. It seems that trust in your partner is central to a truly loving relationship. Yet at a deeper level the trust really becomes trust in self and trust in process. Trust in process is becoming aware of how everything in our lives, both things that are painful and things that are joyful serve to guide us and teach us. These things are actually awareness of our internal divinity."

We talked about this for a while before returning to the topic of sacred sex.

We talked about the meaning of the word 'namaste' and how sex can be a very intense way of saying namaste.

Connie was very intrigued by the idea of sex as 'sharing the sacred flame.'

Barbara commented that "Sharing the sacred flame can take other forms" and proceeded to describe her experience during her dance.

Connie asked lots of questions. Barbara gave some profound answers. Obviously Barbara was in a very spiritually connected space.

The conversation finally wound down.

Another Dance.

Cindy turned to Connie and asked: "Shall we do a belly dance together for Matt?"

Connie smiled and said: "Barb asked me to bring a costume and I did, even though I really was not expecting to actually use it, but OK, let's do it." She turned to Cindy and asked: "Do you have a costume?"

Cindy smiled and said: "Barb and I will share hers."

Connie raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word.

Connie, Barbara and Cindy left to change. The rest of us moved to the living room. Mary loaded a CD. I put the battery back in my camera. Ann took it and said to me: "Just enjoy the dance. I'll take the photos" I gave her some quick instruction in using my camera.

The girls returned. Barb was wearing the bikini top, the coin belt and her harem pants. Connie was wearing a costume which was similar to the one she had given Barbara. Cindy was wearing Barb's harem top, Barb's bikini bottoms and the modified half slip. Cindy's nipples were clearly visible.

While Ann, Cindy and Mary were on the thin side, Connie was pleasantly well padded. Not fat, just well padded. Her breasts were larger than Ann's but smaller than Barbara's. She was showing a deep navel, very pretty.

Samantha came in and jumped into my lap. She rolled onto her back and I started to rub her tummy. She purred.

Ann said: "She's never done that before."

Connie just stared. She was well aware of Samantha's normal behaviors.

Mary started the music and the three girls started dancing. The dance was similar to the one Cindy had done solo during our photographic session. The girls were trying to do the same moves at the same time, but were only partially successful at this. Nonetheless, they were doing a beautiful dance. Ann stood next to the sofa, clicking away.

Samantha rolled over and watched, still purring.

At one point each girl danced a solo number.

Cindy's dance was very energetic and included several twirls which caused the skirt to fly out. At one point she turned her back to us and then bent backward until her hair was sweeping the floor and her top had fallen clear of her breasts. She smiled broadly as she rocked her arms, shoulders and breasts back and forth.

Connie did a very beautiful solo, with a really amazing shimmy.

As Connie danced, Cindy noticed that one knot on her bikini bottom was coming untied. She unobtrusively reached down and untied the other knot allowing it to fall to the floor. She was just as unobtrusive as she flipped it under the sofa with her toe.

Barbara began by holding her body perfectly still, moving only her head and arms. Slowly, she started adding more and more of herself until everything was in motion. She ended the number again holding still with one hand at her side and the other above her head.

Barbara then signaled her mother to stop the music. The three girls had a whispered conversation and then Barbara announced that they would do one more cut together.

Barb nodded to her mother who restarted the music and the three girls began to dance. This time Barbara was calling out instructions and the three were moving together. The result was magnificent. Cindy occasionally flashed her lower curls or her butt, but neither Barb nor Connie noticed.

As the song ended, Mary, Ann and I applauded loudly and the three dancers all bowed low.

Hugs.

I stood and Barb stepped into my arms for a hug. She ground her body into mine as I stroked her back and butt. She sighed loudly and finally we let go.

I turned to Cindy for a similar hug. She was every bit as passionate as her sister.

Connie stepped into my arms and we melted together as I ran my hands up and down her back under her harem top. She moaned and started to also grind herself into me. She squeezed me tight. Finally we released.

I thought: "Wow."

She said: "Wow."

I almost had it.

We all sat down. When Cindy sat down her skirt fell to either side of her legs such that she was showing her 'lower curls.'

Connie stared at Cindy, looking first at her pubic patch, up to her breasts, then her smiling face and back down again. Then she looked at Mary and back to Cindy. She said: "I'm amazed at this since you have always been the most body shy of all the cheerleaders."

I thought: 'Body shy - Cindy?? Well, if you say so, but that sure isn't the Cindy I know - and love.'

Cindy replied: "It's OK if you are with real friends, like I am now. As I said before you should try hugging naked."

Connie looked at Mary and asked: "What do you think of naked hugs?"

Mary replied: "I had my first one this week, had lots since and they have been wonderful. You do, however, need to be with the right person."

Barbara interjected: "Calling them wonderful is an understatement."

Ann and Cindy nodded.

Connie looked at me and asked: "Do you want to hug me naked?"

I replied: "If you will be comfortable doing so."

She pulled the harem top over her head and unhooked her bikini top. Saying: "I don't believe I'm actually doing this."

Connie's nipples were dark brown and fully erect, very beautiful. Magnificent breasts - large but pert.

As she stood to remove her remaining costume, the rest of us started undressing also. When we finished undressing we smiled at each other.

Connie was beautiful. She was radiating innocence. I found that looking at her was both a sexual experience and a mystical one.

She stepped into my arms again. She began somewhat tentatively but soon melted into me again. At first we stayed motionless, just holding each other. Then she started to grind her bosom into my chest and her mons into my upper thigh. I stroked her back and butt and was developing an erection.

I knew, I just knew, Connie was my mystery girl!

I asked her if anything unusual happened Wednesday afternoon and evening and again last night.

She responded: "Oh my God yes. I've never felt so loved. It was overwhelming, overwhelming and wonderful, like a warm fuzzy blanket. You were doing it, I just know, YOU were doing it."

I looked over at Barbara and said: "Here is my mystery girl."

Barbara replied with the high sign and a big grin.

We continued hugging.

I found something very strange was happening. We seemed to be at the center of a multicolored flame which swirled and danced around us. There was no heat, just light, beautiful light. I had always considered the phrase 'sacred fire' to be symbolic or metaphorical, not something capable of psychic manifestation.

Something weird was going on within me also. All the sexual activity of the last week, in fact all of my sexual activity in my entire life was fading away and I was forgetting what sex was about. Somehow none of it mattered. Connie was all that mattered, all I wanted. I just wanted to explore sex with Connie.

She murmured: "oh, ... Oh, ... yes, ... yes, ... Yes, ... pl, ... oh, please, ... please, ... sacred fire, ... please share, ... the sacred fire, ... with me, ... please, ... yes, ... please, oh, ...don't stop, ... Oh, yes, ... Oh, ... Oh, ... OHHH, ... YES."

I wondered if she had just had an orgasm.

She started to kiss me, she plunged her tongue into my mouth. I reciprocated, while I massaged her butt.

The Wells girls looked on with open mouths.

My penis, being bent downward, was getting uncomfortable so I rocked my hips back and to the side enough to move it up so it was between our bellies. She ground herself into it.

The flame seemed to be getting bigger and brighter. It was pure colors and brilliant white, swirling and dancing.

Connie shuddered and moaned loudly. Then she relaxed, breaking the kiss. We held each other gently and looked into each others eyes. Her eyes were shining. They looked like pools of melted chocolate. We smiled softly.

The flame subsided but did not disappear.

I kissed Connie again, softly, lightly.

The flame flared brighter than ever. It swirled faster and faster.

I brought my hand up and caressed her cheek. She kissed my finger, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly. I ran my hand down to her breast and caressed it gently.

My member was poking her in the navel. We laughed, she wiggled and I squeezed her breast.

She nodded, then giggled slightly. She whispered: "That's the wrong hole. Put it in the right hole. Let's really share the sacred fire."

I responded: "Are you sure? - This is a big step and remember we might not ever see each other again."

She nodded: "I'm sure, I'm very sure."

She turned to Barbara and asked: "Can we borrow your bed?"

Connie.

Barbara glanced at her mother, then back at her friend and agreed.

I felt a wave of love wash over me. It came from Ann. It was awesome. As it receded I was hit with a second one, just as awesome. This one was from Barbara. I knew that they really approved of what Connie and I were about to do.

Cindy and Mary were both smiling.

I felt a third wave of love, even more powerful than the first two. This one was from my wife. Here too was a strong feeling of approval. I found myself wondering if she knew just what she was agreeing to.

Connie and I started to walk upstairs and I asked her if she was on the pill. She said no but that she did have a package of condoms in her purse.

The flame was still with us. I asked her if she could see it.

She said yes and wanted to know if this was normal.

I told her that it was a first for me.

It seemed to really be a first in other ways also. I really felt like a virgin, happily about to share myself with my true love.

She had a shy smile on her face. I suspect that I did too.

We lay on the bed and necked, moving on to petting and eventually we made love. It was all gentle, sweet and loving. Connie had several orgasms. Our flame flared and subsided but did not extinguish until the very end.

There is something extra special about your first time, especially if your partner is also a virgin. I had just had that experience twice in one lifetime. I found myself feeling that something very important had just happened. I wondered what it was.

We cuddled for a while. She was really nice to cuddle with.

She said: "I didn't know it but I was waiting for you."

I replied: "That's what Barbara said."

She asked: "What else did she say?"

I answered: "That when I meet my mystery girl I should bed her."

She then said: "Barb is a true friend."

As we were starting to get up she bent down, removed the condom and licked me clean. Then she took my member into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

She smiled up at me and said: " Now - that's nice."

Finally we got up and started back downstairs. As we reached the top of the stairs I found myself being totally aware of all the women in my life: loves consummated and unconsummated, actual and potential. All so sweet. All so beautiful. I found myself squeezing Connie's hand.

Ann was waiting for us with my camera. She took a number of photos, starting with us descending the stairs. She had us stop on the stairs while she clicked off about a dozen shots.

I would later discover that Ann had taken several pictures showing drops of blood running down the inside of Connie's thigh. These would be very special to me.

We joined the Wells family in the living room. We sat around nude. I had Connie on my lap and continued to gently stroke her back, side and legs.

We first discussed sending love.

I described what I found happening during Barbara's dance and later. I explained about all the people I was sending love to and about my 'mystery girl.'

Connie pulled her hair across her face just below her eyes, like a veil, batted her eyelashes, looked incredibly seductive and said in a throaty whisper: "I like being your mastery girl."

I kissed her.

We went back to discussing sending love in general and then the experience of making love as a spiritual activity.

Most of the time Connie had a real 'cat ate the canary grin' on her face.

We described our flame and talked about symbols and manifesting symbols.

The conversation slowly morphed into a discussion about spiritual journeys and the role of symbolism in understanding the process.

I found myself quoting William Butler Yates' poem "The Song of Wandering Aengus." This poem has been very meaningful to me for a long time, in some ways reflecting my journey, my quest. I concluded: "Being here has been 'plucking the golden apples of the sun.'"

When I had finished quoting the poem Ann had tears running down her cheeks. She hugged me tight around my shoulders as best she could without displacing Connie.

She pointed out to me that in several mythologies golden apples provide immortality.

Ann and Barbara both talked about examples of symbolism in their lives.

Somehow this morphed into a discussion about decision making and the role of logic and the role of intuition in decision making.

Connie said: "I may sometimes give the impression otherwise but really I have always assumed that I would be a virgin on my wedding night. Likewise I would only wed after a long courtship, really getting to know my future mate. I assumed that I would be cooly logical in making my decisions. Historically, I thought you talking about trusting intuition to be sort of silly. What happened today tossed all that out the window. I've never been in a really intuitive space before. I guess I've never been in love before either. My mind wants to say this is totally crazy but my heart says otherwise."

She kissed my cheek.

She continued: "I never would have thought that I could be seduced by a hug and yet that hug opened a door within me. A door to a truly wonderful place. A door to my soul. Before this I really didn't believe I had one, far less was one and yet that's what I discovered today."

She looked me in the eye, saying: "My soul met your soul. Our souls touched. That touching became caressing. I want to say our souls danced. My soul then showed me, or maybe I should say the real I showed my personality, what love could be about and that led to discovering the joys of sex. That sex was a symbolic act, an honoring of love. That love was coming from my soul and to my soul. All I can say is: Wow."

I kissed her and hugged her close. One breast was crushed into my chest. I caressed the other.

We talked about living as soul for a while.

We also talked about the dynamics of being in love with someone before the personalities involved had even met. That discussion got more than a little wild. Barbara brought a unique perspective to it. I channeled some of it. I learned a lot.

Connie felt very moved, very loved. At one point she was shedding tears of joy.

Eventually it was time for Connie to go. Ann took some more pictures, both single and some group shots, as well as several portraits. She photographed Connie and I hugging. The pictures featured big smiles and great eye contact. Connie was radiant.

We shared a really big hug. She didn't want to end it. Neither did I.

As Connie was about to head upstairs to dress she turned to Barbara and said: "I'll drive you guys to school tomorrow."

While she was dressing I dug into my bag of spiritual writings and gathered a set to give to Connie.

When Connie came back down, Mary asked: "Would you like to join us for breakfast tomorrow?"

Connie's face lit up. She replied: "Oh yeah."

I gave Connie another extra big hug. With this hug she whispered to me: "You'll always be welcome in my bed."

I gave her my writings.

She took them and said: "It looks like my physics homework won't get done tonight. I've got more important things to study. Thank you - Thank you my love."

It was sad to see her go.

Sunday evening.

I talked about all that had happened and what was likely to follow, how the feelings of euphoria, of bliss, would fade away, we would go back to normal. Later the psychic stuff was likely to fade away too, but that the love was real, our history together was real, and how this week had made me much more aware in terms of experience that I was really a spiritual being living as a human, how we were all spiritual beings working together, loving together to unfold a beautiful experience.

We continued discussing how we were becoming aware of how this lifetime fit into a much larger picture. We were starting to appreciate the incredible beauty of that larger picture.

I talked about the different attire at Wednesday's breakfast and how I felt that they symbolized my whole stay. Each was unique and it was not really possible to compare them. I had shared love differently with each of them and in each case it had been a mystical experience as much or more than a sexual one. Likewise each improved my experiences with the others.

We discussed these topics for a long time.

I said that these experiences were really beyond words but if I had to use words then I would describe Ann as sweetness and pure love even as she displayed her brilliant mind. That purity of love was itself a profound spiritual connection. Barbara was incredibly deep, amazingly connected to her higher self and the entire universe. Cindy was expressing a powerful spirituality as playful joy. Mary was loving completion. Mary was also about recovering innocence, rediscovering innocence, re-experiencing innocence. Connie was about awakening to spirit, loving from spirit, personality trusting spirit and honoring spiritual love. Connie was also about creating a place where I could re-experience my own innocence.

We found ourselves coming to see the profound rightness of my sharing myself sexually with all of them. This was very meaningful to all of them but especially for Mary. It was also very meaningful to me.

I commented that: "I am an old man, any one of you would more than satisfy all of my sexual desires, actually any of you would have more than satisfied all of my sexual desires when I was twenty, but each of you brought something more to it, something transcendent, each in a unique and wonderful way and I am just so thankful for each of you. You are each my beloved." I bowed to each of them.

I complimented Mary on the wonderful job she had done raising her daughters.

This time she was willing to accept my compliment.

We talked more about just how special each of the girls actually was and how fate had given Mary the opportunity to work some real magic in raising them.

Mary talked about how all the pain in her life had fueled a transcendence. How it had pushed her or maybe pulled her into spiritual exploration and how that and the love and loving that comes with that was what living was really all about.

Mary was beginning to see the rightness in her life. Another Taoist farmer story.

I found myself hoping that she could hold onto some of this insight.

I then said: "The Hindu tradition has lots and lots of gods and goddesses starting with Brahma, the creator, Vishnu the preserver and Shiva, the destroyer. Yet each of these is seen as an aspect of the one God Brahman. Brahman is too much to be viewed directly like '...The light of 1000 suns, shining at midday...' Each of you, actually all of the women in my life from Susan to Connie, are likewise aspects of the one goddess. There is a profound connection here and a profound teaching for me and I thank you all for it."




Driving in Snow Ch. 06



I put my hands together and bowed low.

We talked about this for a while. Slowly the conversation drifted to Tantra.

I pointed out that: "Tantra is ultimately about using sensation to move past sensation. As wonderful as Tantric sex is eventually we need to let it fall away but that we should not try to get past it by force of will. Instead when we, as personality, become sufficiently integrated with the upper parts of our being, it will cease to be important. Eventually it will just fall away effortlessly.

The love that we have shared this week is centered in a place which is beyond space and time and thus it is really permanent but our personalities are not permanent nor are our experiences. We need to remember the Buddha's first noble truth, life is suffering, likewise the Buddha taught that life is transient, impermanent."

We talked about this for a while.

At one point we were taking a bathroom break and Ann disappeared into her room. She returned a few minutes later having gone on line, found and printed a photo of an apple blossom which she proceeded to cut out and pin to her hair.

When I saw this my heart sang.

I took her hand, she came to me and we kissed tenderly. I continued to hold her hand in mine, moving them behind her back as I squeezed her body to mine. Our mouths opened, our tongues met, our tongues danced. Ann was my whole world - everything else faded away. I was aroused. She was aroused. I repositioned my growing erection to be between our bellies. Our telepathic link reformed. My passion was feeding her passion. Her passion was feeding mine. Our arousal spiraled upward and upward. Finally we orgasmed together.

Barbara, Cindy and Mary applauded as I spurted semen all over Ann's belly. We barely noticed the applause.

Ann and I both felt totally drained. We collapsed onto the sofa.

I was amazed at what had just happened. I'd never even come close to having an orgasm just necking before.

Barbara grabbed a tissue box and proceeded to clean us up. We ignored her.

I kissed Ann on the hand. We just looked into each other's eyes. Pure love given and given, received and received.

We were all quiet for several minutes. Words were unnecessary, words were not possible.

We kissed softly and then we returned our attention to the room. It felt like Barbara, Cindy and Mary had just appeared out of nowhere.

Barbara, Cindy and Mary all seemed to know just how special this event really was.

I picked up my camera and shot several pictures of Ann with the simulated apple blossom in her hair. Her expression was pure magic.

We resumed our previous conversation right where it had been left off. This slowly morphed into a discussion about the future.

I said that: "Being here is like being at the top of a tall mountain, an incredible high. I'm amazed how it has lasted. Whenever I have been in a place of profound mystical connection it has seemed so obvious and so natural that I assumed it would now be that way from then on. However, I always found that instead of stepping onto some mythical high plateau, I would be at the top of the high hill on a roller coaster, heading down. Maybe this time will be different and we will walk together onto that high plateau but it is more likely that we will ride the roller coaster down. If that happens, remember: there are other mountains, higher mountains on the other side of the valley and even if it sometimes seems that we are slogging through a swamp, we will eventually reach that next mountain."

We discussed my going home and I said: "When I get home I will talk about what happened here with my wife. I see two possible outcomes: either our marriage will become much stronger, better, more loving and happier or it will end. I don't know which. If you pray for me please pray for: 'the best outcome for all concerned' rather than any particular outcome."

I said: "There was something strange in using the word 'home' to describe my place of residence since in a profound way this is also my home and you are also my family."

Mary burst into tears as she reached over to pull me in for a big hug. We all knew these were tears of joy.

I then talked about how I found that I loved my wife more than ever and how being here had taught me a great deal about how to love.

I paused as I found waves of love flowing through me. This time it was all flowing to my wife. The Wells girls all seemed to know what was happening and seemed to be adding even more love to the package.

I said that I found a new level truth in something I had written years before: "The choice is never really whom to love. - The choice is only to love at all."

We discussed this for a while.

Bedtime

I was asked where I wanted to sleep tonight, my last night here and I looked at Mary and said: "With you." She began to cry again, as we hugged. Again she squeezed me so tight it was painful. I didn't mind, I knew the healing that was happening. So did the girls.

I shared a big hug with each girl in succession. Each was very powerful, very moving, very loving.

Mary and I walked up the stairs, arm in arm. As we went she asked me: "Matt -honey, How many times did you come today?"

I replied: "Four."

She stopped, kissed my cheek and said: "I hope we can make love again, but if you can't I will be disappointed but not upset."

I kissed her cheek and said: "Thank you dear one, but I can give you an orgasm or two regardless."

She smiled.

She went into her bathroom while I went to the main one. Barbara joined me, also preparing for bed. I shaved and did my teeth. As I finished, Barb said: "I'm going to really miss sharing a bathroom with you."

I replied: "That's not all I'm going to miss."

She beamed as she replied: "That goes without saying."

We kissed and hugged. We both squeezed each other tightly. It was like we were trying to become one physically. God, she felt good. I felt tremendously energized, recharged as it were. Finally she sighed and we separated. I took her hand, bowed over it and kissed it.

As I was leaving the room she smiled and said: "I remember the song, our song."

I gave her a thumbs up.

I entered Mary's bedroom and we kissed and hugged. She moved me to her bed and proceeded to do fascinating things with her mouth. I was fully erect in no time and she mounted me and rode with abandon. She was having her third orgasm when I had mine. We began to spoon. She made happy, contented sounds. I certainly felt contented. We fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up around three AM with a full bladder. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom. When I finished and reentered the bedroom. Mary had lighted a candle and was on her hands and knees on the bed. She pointed to a bottle of olive oil on the night table and asked sweetly: "Would you like to try my ass.?"

I said: "Yes, I would."

I picked up the bottle, noting that it was labeled 'extra virgin,' and started rubbing it around and inside her opening. Then I coated my shaft and slowly entered her. She let out an immediate moan, and began wiggling in a wonderful way. We both had intense orgasms. I went into the bathroom to wash myself off and returned to her arms. She kissed me and whispered: "That was so good."

We were asleep again within minutes.



Driving in Snow Ch. 07



Chapter 7.

Monday morning

I was awakened by the sound of her alarm. It was still night outside, bright moonlight, not daylight. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 and thought: 'Why so early?'

Mary said to me: "I want you to wake Barbara and Cindy. I'm sure you can find a really nice way to do that."

I slipped into bed with Barbara. She was nude and lying on her side. I kissed her cheek and caressed her arm. She started to wake up, smiled and whispered: "Oh my. What a great way to start the day."

We kissed and continued caressing each other. She rolled part way to being on her back and spread her legs slightly. I played with her nipples for a few moments then ran my hand down her body to between her legs. She was already fully wet as I slipped my finger in to massage her G spot. She moaned happily, rolled fully onto her back, spread her legs wide and pulled me on top of her. When I was fully inside her, she sent ripples up her vagina. It felt like the walls of her passage were trying to draw me in deeper and deeper. It was wonderful, it was better than wonderful. As she had an orgasm, she squeezed me really tight. I kissed her deeply and then withdrew. That took a great deal of willpower.

She stared at me and asked: "Why?"

I replied: "Cindy."

She smiled and responded: "You really are a wonderful man. Go to her, but I want you in my shower."

I slipped out of her bed and looked down at her. She just looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I found the song 'Moonlight Becomes You' running in my head.

She smiled and said: "I like being a woman - I like that you made me a woman - I like being your woman, one of your women."

I sighed deeply and then headed for Cindy's room.

When I entered her room Cindy was already awake. She sat up, wearing her man's shirt fully unbuttoned.

She smiled and said: "I was hoping you'd come." She giggled, then continued: "In more ways than one."

She held her arms open and I went to her. As I started to climb into her bed, she reached out and took hold of my shaft.

She looked surprised and said: "It's all gooey?"

I replied: "Barbara."

She giggled again, said; "Oh, neat," licked it, made a face and said: " I much prefer your taste."

We both laughed.

She pulled off her shirt and lay back with her arms again open. I settled in beside her. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue trying to touch my tonsils. I cupped her breast and began playing with a fully erect nipple. She moaned, moved fully onto her back and spread her legs. I moved my hand down to her pussy, and at that moment it was pussy not yoni, and caressed it gently. She was very juicy. I moved on top of her and entered her. Our psychic link formed almost instantly. With the psychic link it was lingam in yoni and it wasn't long before she started having orgasm after orgasm. She moved her legs wider and wider and finally brought them up under her arms. This changed the angle of entry such that I was sort of bent downward and was thrusting such that I was putting a lot of pressure on the back of her opening and on the front part deep inside. She had two more orgasms then I slipped out of her vagina and moved into her ass. She whimpered happily: "Yes, yes, yes... Oh God Yes." She had another five or six orgasms before I had mine. She wrapped her legs around me and sighed happily.

Then she said: "You sure know how to make a girl feel good."

I replied: "I sure know how to make a girl. . . Feels good."

We both laughed.

We got up and had a quick shower. I left Cindy blow drying her hair and wandered into the kitchen. Ann and Mary were getting ready to fix breakfast. Each was wearing just an apron.

I told them that they looked: "Cute and sexy."

I shared a kiss and a hug with both of them. Even though we weren't fully nude these hugs were amazing. Hugs with these girls just keeps on getting better and better.

I went and got my camera and took a half dozen shots of each of them.

I was drinking a glass of orange juice when Barbara came in and took me by the hand. She said: "Shower time."

We went back upstairs and shared a long hot shower. Hot in more ways than one. I brought her to orgasm twice. Barb could be incredibly sultry when she wanted to be.

As we started drying each other off she said: "Now I'm really going to miss sharing a bathroom with you."

We kissed gently, tenderly. We held each other for a long while. We were silent, words just were not possible.

She started to sing the song, our song. We merged psychically and if anything it was even better than before since we weren't being distracted by sex. We held it for about five minutes.

She wrapped her hair in a towel and we headed to breakfast. She looked gorgeous in slippers and a towel around her head. When we arrived Connie's car was just pulling into the driveway and the first stack of pancakes were ready. Mary was making more. Ann was frying bacon. Cindy was finishing setting the table.

Connie entered, looked at all of us, laughed and started disrobing. Ann looked at Connie and said: "You've got the idea."

Connie responded: "You betcha, Last night I dreamed about eating a nude breakfast, besides I want a nude hug."

I held my arms open and said: "That can be arranged."

We melted together for a very soft hug, gentle and affirming with tremendous chi flow. It didn't seem at all sexual and yet I was fully erect almost instantly. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. I ran one hand up her side. She shifted slightly giving me access to a breast. I began to caress it, running my thumb over and around a very stiff nipple. As we paused in nibbling each others lips she emitted a low growl, very sensual.

I found my energy shifting. Suddenly all I wanted was to be inside her. The fact that breakfast was ready didn't matter. The fact that we would have an audience didn't matter. If she had been on the pill I would have taken her right there, right then, but part of me still had enough self discipline not to want to run the risk of impregnating her. I moved my hand to her back.

Monday Breakfast

Mary delivered a second stack of pancakes. Ann delivered the bacon. Cindy poured orange juice. Ann and Mary removed their aprons and Mary said: "Come on guys, time for breakfast."

Connie and I moved to the table, holding hands. Her smile was both sultry and shy. I sat with Connie on my left and Ann on my right.

I looked around the table: five beautiful faces, all with joyous smiles, five pairs of breasts, all different, all beautiful, all with fully erect nipples. I thought: "Barbara's right: 'What a way to start the day.' "

I said: "It's nice to be in the bosom of my spiritual family."

We all laughed especially Ann, who thrust her chest out and her shoulders back and said: "You're getting to enjoy the bosoms of your spiritual family."

I replied: "That too." I leaned over and kissed her on a nipple.

I commented: "In the early books of the Old Testament, God is sometimes called 'El Shaddai' which we now translate as 'The Almighty' but this is a perversion of the original meaning which was nurturer. El Shaddai literally means 'with breasts.' "

I put my hands together and bowed to each of them. They bowed back.

Then I reached over to the counter and retrieved my camera. I took a close up or two of each girl plus several of the entire table. Then I put my camera back on the counter.

We started eating. Connie would occasionally reach over and gently caress my thigh or my shaft. Ann would occasionally squeeze my hand. Cindy played footsie.

Connie announced: "I broke up with Paul last night."

Mary responded: "Sorry."

Connie replied: "Don't be. I tried to explain to him what I thought love could be but he just laughed and called me an idiot. He said that love is nothing more than good sex which he complained that he wasn't getting from me. Now the main emotion I feel is relief. Relief and a certain sadness for wasting time with him. It had to end and better sooner, than later. I'm so thankful for last night. I'm finally starting to get a hint of what love can be and what Paul and I had certainly was not it. Likewise, yesterday opened me up to what being human can really be about, again it's just a hint, but that's a start and a direction I really want to pursue. I just hope that sooner or later I will meet someone my age who wants to explore this with me."

She turned to me and said: "Thank you for all your writings. They make so much sense. I didn't think religion could be so scientific and so logical.

I replied: "You're very welcome, but I wouldn't call them religious. I would call them spiritual or mystical, the difference is that spirituality is the direct experience of a transcendent reality and religion at its best is the study of someone else's spirituality, someone else's mystical experiences.

Connie smiled and said: "I like that."

She then turned to Mary and asked: "Mrs. Wells can I borrow some of your spiritual books?"

Mary replied: "Of course."

We continued eating breakfast. The girls all were hungry, especially Cindy. I chuckled at that thought. Mary said: "It looks like I need to make another batch."

Mary stood and put her apron back on. She had her back to us as she worked and I found myself admiring her ass. I thought: "I know where Ann and Cindy got their beautiful behinds."

Connie dropped a piece of pancake and it landed on her right breast. Syrup then ran down to bead up on her nipple. I bent over and ate the piece before licking the syrup off. I said: "Your nipples are sweet even without maple syrup."

She blushed. The blush spread to her breasts. I never remember seeing a blush spread to a girl's breasts before.

She said: "Flattery will get you everywhere."

We laughed and returned to eating.

Suddenly Connie turned white as a panicked look spread over her face. She turned to Mary and asked: "Mrs Wells, you're not going to tell my mom about any of this are you?"

Mary replied: "Of course not, unless you want me to and even then we would need to have a long talk first."

Connie looked totally relieved, the color returning to her face as she went: "Whew." She paused then said: "My first reaction is don't tell but maybe we really should talk about this. I'd rather be open and honest with my mom. Mrs Wells, how do you feel about your daughters being sexually active?"

Ann stood and took over pancake production from her mother who then sat back down.

Mary replied: "My daughters have never given me any reason to worry. They demonstrate tremendous wisdom, all three of them. Yet, when it was a theoretical question involving an unknown partner, I was worried, very worried, because my personal history was full of very painful mistakes. It is natural to want to protect those you love and if I could be that foolish, not want them to repeat their mother's blunders. The girls have been on birth control for years at my insistence, not because I did not trust them but because I knew just how easily things can get out of hand. At the same time I didn't want them to be virgins at 50 or even at 25. Waiting for marriage may not be a good idea either. I'm very thankful that 'my gallant knight' showed up when he did I find that I do trust their intuition and my own and our intuitions all said the now is the time to go ahead. By the way I am now willing to share my history with you, but we can go into those details at another time. Does that answer your question?"

Connie replied: "Yes I think so. I just hope my mother will be so understanding."

Mary paused, then went on: "I guess I should explain one thing however, Over one thousand years ago I was a peasant girl in love and in lust with a knight who lived nearby. He was an honorable man, a courageous and kind man, generous with everyone around him, but he barely knew that I existed, even though he protected me once. He probably saved my life but the act was so routine and unimportant to him that I'm sure he promptly forgot all about it. I have wanted that knight sexually for those thousand years. I've wanted to thank him sexually as was the custom of the time for the fine ladies. Last Tuesday evening he walked in my door. I looked at him and I knew. I wanted him - oh, how I wanted him, but I felt too dirty, too defiled, for him to possibly want me. I found myself wishing that I could be a virgin again, but you can't go back. Still, I wanted to show him my love. Ann told me that she wanted to sleep with him and I thought that at least I can give him the most pure, the most precious thing I have, one of my daughters. Over the next two nights he slept with Barbara and Cindy too. In Barbara's case I had to push her a little bit."

Barb jumped in here: "She didn't have to push too hard. When Matt was getting out of his car I already knew he was someone special because he had a magnificent aura but I had absolutely no feelings of sexual attraction. The funny thing is that I had not been viewing myself in sexual terms. My higher self did not seem to be either male or female, it just was. I considered myself and still consider that to be my real self. In some ways I was still seeing myself as if I were still a little girl. Sex was something for the far distant future if at all. I was quite content to remain a virgin for my entire life, "

She brought her hands to her bosom and continued: "- in spite of these, in spite of how the boys act around me. In fact up until the end of my dance I hadn't really been seeing myself as a sexual being at all - ever."

Barbara went on: "Ann asked to borrow my negligee but all that did was remind me that I had it and my intuition was very clear - I should wear it. When I first put on the negligee set it seemed cute and appealing but opaque and thus tame. I didn't realize the extent to which the robe part of it would refuse to stay closed. When I did discover that it was too late. I was already showing far more than I wanted to show. In some ways that set the stage for what came later. Nonetheless I still was not seeing myself as a sexual being."

"I will admit I was very conflicted, my intuition was screaming - Yes, Yes, Yes but all my upbringing and my conception of myself was saying - No way, this is totally crazy. When I'm calm I generally really listen to my intuitive side but it can get harder to hear when I'm excited and I was becoming really excited, without really understanding why. Mom wanted me to dance nude but my feeling was that only a slut would do such a thing. Well, I'm certainly not a slut. I was angry with her over that. I couldn't understand why she would suggest such a thing especially since she has always been so modest and always encouraged us to be modest too. Anyway I did go with my intuition enough to agree to the dance, but not nude. Taking off my bathrobe to start that dance was probably the hardest thing I have ever done. As I said, my intuition was screaming Yes, but my mind was screaming No. When I got into the dance however, I was getting so much love that the rest just happened. During the dance I was more connected with my higher self than I had ever been before in my entire life. I became aroused but it was only when the dance ended that I realized that that was what was actually happening. With the end of the dance I lost the spiritual connection and I suddenly felt totally lost, totally confused and instantaneously scared, not of who I was with or what they were thinking of me but of who I now was. I was suddenly aware of myself as a sexual being, with sexual feelings, sexual desires and I didn't know how to deal with them. I was really surprised to find that my higher self could be sexual. Actually my higher self wasn't sexual but it was loving in a way that allowed my personality, to become sexual."

She paused, then continued: "Now, I'm just so thankful. When I asked Matt to make me a woman, he didn't say yes, instead he said: 'I will be honored to.' I knew that he meant that and by answering that way he was honoring me. There was honor both ways.

With all of this I find that the connection between my personality and my higher self has expanded. My personality used to sense my higher self as abstract intelligence but now it is that plus pure love and I have more of a sense that when in human costume it is proper to take advantage of the characteristics of that costume. One of those characteristics is being sexual."

Mary then said: "I was so glad that the girls were getting to make love and it was clear to me that that was what it was. I'd never gotten anywhere near that. I could see the beauty in it and I felt worse somehow, even more inadequate, even more ashamed for letting myself be defiled. Then a funny thing happened. I started to feel safe. Safe enough to show my feelings. Safe enough to tell my story."

She looked at Connie and continued: "Safe enough to admit my deepest darkest shame - I had an abortion. But then my gallant knight rode to my rescue by getting me to ask a question: 'What happened to the baby's soul?' I got an answer and the answer was that she was back, back as Ann. Years of guilt evaporated and my knight stood there loving me, prodding me to see my own virtue, my own worth. Then he made love with me too."

We were quiet for several minutes. Ann served the new batch of pancakes and sat back down.

Connie looked at me and asked: "Several times in your writings, you tell the story of the Taoist farmer. How does that work? Did the mare jump the fence to save the boy? Was it all a weird coincidence? What?"

I answered: "It is far more than coincidence but it isn't fate or even divine plan either. The mare jumped the fence because somehow she knew it was a good idea. Did she know that she would become the boss mare of a small herd? - Maybe, maybe not. I doubt that the rest was even considered, but then I don't know how horses think or how psychic they are. Some horses seem to be very psychic. Nonetheless I think we can assume the farmer treated the mare kindly and that kindness caused the mare to bring her new herd home."

I continued: "Synchronicity, however is about possibility. It doesn't force things. There is an amazing example from the second world war. The Doolittle raid on Tokyo was planned as a symbolic act, they did not expect to actually do any significant damage. As our fleet was approaching Japan it was spotted by a Japanese fishing boat. That boat was immediately sunk but it was likely to have radioed a warning to the mainland. The decision was made to launch the attack immediately, which was one day earlier than planned. As our bombers flew across Tokyo a Japanese plane flew through their formation. It was not shooting at our planes so none of our gunners shot it down. If they had the war would have taken a very different course since prime minister Tojo, the leader of the Japanese militarists was in that plane. I believe that if any of our gunners had been in a really intuitive space he would have fired."

Connie asked: "Is synchronicity like what Jung talked about?"

I answered: "Yes, in fact he coined the term. Sometimes synchronicity becomes serendipity, the fortunate seeming accident."

I then proceeded to describe my drive here. Finally I said: "If I had left my motel five minutes earlier I would have been ahead of the first accident and just driven by on the interstate. If either of the accidents had not occurred I would have driven by on the interstate. When the second blockage occurred I had a choice whether or not to use what I thought would be a shortcut. I could have checked the weather forecast earlier and done something different. The storm might not have shifted. I could have driven off the road and been killed. Ann had to be plowing the driveway at just the right time. All sorts of things just had to go right for me to be here. Were they coincidences? - I don't think so. Were we being guided? - Oh, Yeah. Was it fate? - No, not at all. Every one involved had total free will throughout."




Driving in Snow Ch. 07



Connie said: "You don't know all of it. Barbara was going to have dinner at my house but suddenly she got a far away look in her eyes and said: 'I need to go home.' I asked her why and she said; 'I don't know, I only know it's important.' She then, knowing how their driveway drifts, called Ann to have her plow the drive."

I blew a kiss to Barbara.

She put her hands together and bowed to me. I repeated the gesture.

Connie asked Barbara: "How did you know?"

Barb replied; "I don't know. I just did and the message was very strong, very insistent."

Barb continued, looking at Connie: "There is more synchronicity here. You, in giving me the belly dancing costume and the negligee, were helping to set all of this up. When you gave them to me I figured there was no way I would ever wear either of them. That just was not who I was, and yet I did wear them and it was important to what happened that I did. Thank you so much for them."

Connie smiled then replied: "I really didn't think you would wear the negligee but you know that I can be a bit of an imp and I thought that it would be a neat way of teasing you. That we would both get a laugh out of it, as we did. In the case of the belly dancing costume, I guess that I was afraid to dance for some guy alone but I was secretly hoping that we would someday dance together for some future boyfriends. I never imagined that anything like this could happen."

She paused, then said: "Look at us now - Isn't this so wonderful. Who would have thought a week ago that we would all be siting around like this, that any, far less all of what happened, would happen."

Connie had her 'cat ate the canary' grin on her face as she stroked my shaft, looked deep into my eyes and said: "Who could have imagined it."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

I then leaned back and said: "Another piece of the puzzle is my finding the bookstore a week ago. When I checked into the motel, the clerk had an Indian accent, so I bowed and said: 'Namaste.' He was very pleased and asked about my knowing the word. I explained some of my background and he told me about the bookstore. Some of the books I found turned out to be important here."

I paused then said: "This is a massive confirmation of something that I have believed for a long time, notably that everyone who is significant in our lives is someone who we have known before and we can literally grow up anywhere in the world and the law of synchronicity will work to bring us together at the right time.

Continuing: "There is synchronicity all over the place: Ann and Dr. Schmidt, the cheerleading coach, the fact that this house has an oversized shower, the big picture window in the living room, Connie and Barb being born on the same day in the same place, Connie being here, the time of my arrival with respect to Cindy's birthday, all sorts of stuff."

Connie said: "Amen."

She paused, then continued: "Why does it work like that?"

I replied: "Part of the answer is karma. We come together to resolve karma. Remember we have merit, good karma, as well as bad karma if we want to characterize it that way."

Connie replied: "Please talk some more about karma."

I continued: "Karma is much more subtle than most people think. It is and it isn't debts and credits, actions and consequences, good and bad. Especially it isn't good and bad. The Buddhist idea is more skillful and unskillful rather than good and evil. It is not rewards and punishments, although it may seem that way when you are in the middle of a karmic drama, nor is it fate. Likewise it is not imposed by some external God. I tend to mostly see it as upsetting a balance and restoring that balance. Sometimes it is just allowing things to return to balance. Karma sets the stage but we choose how to respond."

Barbara came in here saying: "One thing that is often missed is the extent to which a loving answer, sometimes just a kind answer is generally appropriate."

I said: "Another part of the picture is dharma, as I like to use the word. We make an agreement with the universe to accomplish certain things in a lifetime. The essence is aware of this but generally the personality is not. The essence will give hints to the personality as feelings and we sometimes call the hints intuitions. When we are really getting it right the essence will reward the personality with feelings of bliss. Many times, in fact usually, these tasks require multiple players and these players find each other. Synchronicity supports this. Still we are always free to totally ignore all of this. Sometimes we get multiple chances synchronistically, sometimes not. If, for example, I had driven by on the interstate it would still might have been possible that the plow might have done your road sooner, the local news might have had a story about the conference I would have been at and Ann might have decided to attend. Again maybe or maybe not. Synchronicity sets it up but it does not force. Still, we often will meet those we need to work with."

Ann jumped in saying: "It is definitely true of all of us. We do indeed have a mission to perform together. Our getting together is not accidental. Our loving together is not accidental either."

Mary asked: "Do you have any details?"

Ann replied: "Not yet but it will become apparent as it unfolds. If we knew we might try to force it and that would spoil it. We need to trust the process."

Barbara nodded.

Connie thanked Ann for the past lives book and said that she found reading some of her stories difficult but interesting. She said that she only read a few and then flipped through the book reading some others. She said one story brought her to tears.

We asked which.

She replied: "A french girl named Suzanne. She and Pierre had been sweethearts from childhood, innocently loving. She was engaged to Pierre as he went off with Napoleon to fight in Russia . He told her not to worry because he intended to be very careful, not be a hero, in fact he said that he didn't intend to kill anybody and thought that by having that attitude that God would surely protect him. She promised to wait for him. She also told him that if he needed the company of a woman during his army service, she would understand. He objected but she reiterated her position. He went off to war. He never returned. She waited the rest of her life, turning away numerous suitors. She was a very beautiful woman, even into old age and had sufficient family wealth to be considered a real catch. Some of the attention was aimed at marriage, some at less formal relations, but she always said: "I'm saving my virginity for Pierre." She died at ninety two, a virgin."

She continued: "Pierre was just as loyal to her. When other soldiers in his unit would go to visit the prostitutes, he would always refuse to go along. He was truly appalled when French soldiers would rape Russian women. He always tried to be careful but one day his unit came under artillery fire and he was hit by a load of grapeshot. There wasn't enough left to identify if anyone had cared to bother. He kept his word in never firing at anyone and even though he had not promised her that he would stay celibate, he died a virgin just like his beloved would later do."

"Suzanne's best friend was a psychic who knew when Pierre died and relayed a message from him to her to the effect that she was freed from her promise to wait for him and should marry, be happy and have lots of children. Suzanne refused to believe her friend."

Barbara placed her hand over Connie's which caused Connie to look her way, Barbara then looked deep into Connie's eyes and said: "You kept your word, you did wait for Pierre."

Connie exclaimed: "What!?!"

Barb replied: "Don't you see: You were Suzanne and Matt was Pierre, while I was your psychic friend."

Connie went: "Oh my God, Are you sure?"

Barbara nodded, then she took Connie in her arms for a hug.

Connie sobbed for a moment, breathed a long sigh and said: "Wow."

She took a couple of deep breaths, then said; "This is just so unreal," then broke into a broad smile and concluded: "but it is real.".

I found that I knew Barbara was right and I wondered why I didn't see it sooner.

Barbara released her and Connie turned to me and said: "Thank you for coming back to me."

We kissed passionately. Pure love exchanged.

Connie said: "This really is your Taoist farmer story, writ large."

We discussed all the synchronicities involved. Later the discussion became more broad.

I pointed out: "This really drives home for me just how incredibly interconnected our lives actually are."

Connie commented: "Still it seems like a miracle."

Cindy answered: "Matt says miracles happen when we allow them to."

We talked a while longer. Finally we reached a good stopping point.

I suggested that we all hold hands for a moment of silence. We allowed the moment to last several minutes and the chi flow and the love flow was terrific. I, for one, felt rejuvenated and loved, very loved.

When we stopped Connie said: "Wow."

I decided that 'Wow' was her trademark word.

Mary looked up at the clock and exclaimed: "Oh, my gosh, you girls are going to be late for school."

Barb responded: "Mom, we're the honors students the principal will cut us some slack."

Connie said: "I'll just say that I had some car trouble," as she reached down to stroke my manhood again.

Ann reached for her pills and said: "Let's not forget these."

Mary nodded: "Especially now."

The others took their pills also and Ann dropped hers into her purse.

Connie said: "I suppose I'd better start taking them too."

We stood, I hugged each of them in turn, starting with Ann. These hugs were the most powerful of my entire visit.

Ann and Barbara started to load the dishwasher, Cindy moved the butter and maple syrup to the refrigerator while Mary moved the pans to the sink.

Saying Goodbye to Connie.

Connie looked at me with very sweet eyes, blinked her eyelashes seductively, and said: "I have another condom in my purse... do you suppose..."

I glanced at Mary who was nodding, as were Ann and Barbara. Cindy had a big grin on her face.

I nodded to Connie.

Cindy then asked: "What kind of car trouble?"

Barb chuckled and replied: "The driver was overheated."

Connie answered: "You've got that right."

We all laughed. Then she reached for her purse.

We headed upstairs, arm in arm. She said: "I'm ready. I've been ready since before I got here. God am I ready."

We used the guest bedroom. She was right - she was really ready. We alternated between missionary and astride. She thought that was really neat.

I found something interesting: we did not have any overtly psychic phenomena happening like the flame, instead I was feeling a profound sense of being loved and being loving in return. It was subtle but overwhelming.

As we shifted back to an astride position she began to do a shimmy. We didn't last long. We both had really intense orgasms. We lay there afterwards both panting from the exertion. I looked at her and said: "Wow."

We both laughed. We kissed softly, tenderly.

We were silent for a while. I stroked her cheek with a finger.

I said: "Thank you for waiting for me."

She replied: "Thank you for coming back to me."

We kissed again. I ran my finger up and down her cheek as I stared into her eyes. Again, they were pools of melted chocolate.

She whispered: "I'm gonna miss you."

I replied: "I'm going to miss you too. Don't worry we will be together again somehow, sometime, somewhen."

She asked: "Somewhen?"

I smiled and said: "This lifetime or another."

She smiled: "OK. I like that."

I sighed, looked at my watch and said: "You do need to get to school."

She sighed and nodded. Then she kissed me again, passionately, she pulled me tight to her as we let our tongues dance.

Then she relaxed and with a look of pure sadness said: "I know."

We got up, she walked across to the bathroom and wiped herself down with a wet washcloth. I watched her, thinking: 'God - she is beautiful - inside and out - body and soul.'

She returned, dropped to her knees, removed the condom, tossed it into the wastebasket and proceeded to take me into her mouth. I had been losing my erection but she was starting to bring it back when she stopped. She kissed the tip and said: "The thought of doing this to Paul was totally disgusting but I just love doing this to you. Why is that?"

I took her hands to help her stand and answered: "You just said the key word - Love."

She smiled and responded: "That's it."

We walked downstairs together.

I said: "Now, be open to other lovers. You have other soul mates."

She smiled and said: "Oui Pierre. I will allow the miracles."

Barbara, Ann and Cindy had all dressed. Barbara was wearing her silk blouse, with a bra, and slacks. Cindy was wearing a white top and a skirt which went to her knees. Ann was wearing a bulky sweater and slacks and carrying things out to her car. She jiggled just enough that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Mary was still nude. Connie started to dress. I hugged each of them. Both Barbara and Cindy cried, so did I.

When Connie was dressed, I took about a dozen shots of her, all my other photos of her were belly dancing or nudes.

She hugged me again, clinging tightly. Finally we released and she said: "OK girls lets go. Barbara, Cindy and Connie pulled on their coats, gathered books and purses and headed out the door. I waved as the car backed out of the drive.

I took Mary in my arms for another hug. As we hugged I told her: "You can be very proud of your daughters. They are each amazing. Good people inside and out. Their mother is also amazing and a good person inside and out."

She began to cry and said: "This week has been the first time in my adult life that I felt like a good person, like I was a lovable person. I knew that my children loved me, but kids are supposed to do that regardless. Thank you- thank you for so much.

Thank you too for making love with me. You have no idea how much I missed that part of life."

She paused, then continued: "Yet, I waited a thousand years to share myself sexually with you and when it finally happened, it was the sharing not the sex that really mattered. Again thank you."

She paused again.

She sighed then continued: "But mostly I thank you for making the spiritual world real for me. I'd read all the books and it was sort of real, but not really, not fully real. At the time I thought it was real. Now it is much more fully real - and I see love all around. The desert has turned into a garden and that garden is in full bloom. Thank you - thank you."

We stood hugging for a long time. Finally we released and I went to get dressed. I found that even the last hole in my belt ws too loose. I took the belt to Mary and asked her if she had a leather punch.

She laughed and replied: "Is this a working farm? Of course I have a leather punch."

She then went to the front closet, put on a winter coat and went out to the barn to get it. She added three holes to my belt.

I finished getting dressed and Mary did likewise.

All the while Ann was loading her car. It was a good thing she had a large SUV. She was filling it.

I thought: "She's made up her mind. She will get an apartment."

I copied the last pictures into my laptop. Then I went and finished my packing. That didn't take long. Loading my car was easy.

Then I sat and petted Samantha for a long time. She purred very loudly. That felt good too.

Finally Ann was ready.

She moved the tractor out into the drive. I backed my car out and she re-parked the tractor. She brought her car out also. Then we went inside to say good bye to Mary.

I visited the bathroom one last time. Ann entered just as I finished and said: "One more thing - We need twenty strokes."

We did our twenty strokes and our telepathic link was fully formed.

Then we went and said our good byes to Mary. The hugs were delicious.



Driving in Snow Ch. 08



Driving in Snow is an exploration of spiritually based sexuality and the power of synchronicity. 

This story is hard to characterize. It clearly fits in Mature, Erotic Couplings, First Time - several times over. Romance and even a unique form of Group Sex. There is enough nudity to add Exhibitionists and voyeurs and even some anal. It is long so I put it in Novels. What I hope is that it will inspire enough other writers to write spiritually based stories that we can add a new category of 'Spiritual Erotica.'

Note: I am saying spiritually based not religiously based.

This work is a continuation of "Driving in Snow." If you have not read the previous chapters please do so before reading this. Otherwise many aspects and characters here will not make sense. Besides it is a nice read.

I have recently made a number of small tweaks to chapters 1-7. One that matters is that Barbara perforrmed a laying on of hands on Matt to improve his heart, weight and other health issues.

Chapter 8 

Monday. Journey home 

Ann started down the driveway, I followed. We turned Northwest onto what they called 'Grim Reaper road.' We drove about ten miles before coming to a two lane road going off to the left at a forty five degree angle. Ann turned onto this road and I followed. A few miles later it turned into a four lane road and we started to see some built up areas. We also started to see signs for the interstate. 

Ann pulled into a gas station and I did likewise. We gassed up and I went into the attached convenience store and purchased some soda and snacks for the drive.

We entered the Interstate heading South. Traffic was light and I settled in about fifty yards behind Ann. We turned on our respective cruse controls and I soon established a stable distance. 

We were very relaxed and our telepathic link was strong. After a week of spirituality intermixed with sexuality we found that our minds began to wander in a different direction. We started thinking about technology. We began just imagining things , exploring possibilities and then underwent a subtle shift to invention. This was fun, there was a joy in this process and a merging that was almost like making love. 

This did have the side effect however of making us both horny. We both thought this was a weird response, laughed about it, and felt both very loving and very loved.

We barely noticed as we shifted roads to the eastbound interstate.

In three hours we had come up with two inventions. I have made a number of inventions in my life, some of which have been patented , most not. In every case these grew out of something I was designing, some problem I was trying to solve. I had never found a practical invention coming 'out of the air' before.

We stopped for lunch at a fast food place. We each brought our laptops into the restaurant and each made notes about an invention as we ate lunch.

When we resumed driving I took the lead. 

Ann and I stayed in our inventive space. By the time we reached the exit with the bookstore we had come up with three more inventions.

We entered the motel office together. The same clerk was there and greeted me with a broad smile and a "Namaste." Ann and I bowed and replied "Namaste." He just beamed. We rented adjacent rooms with a connecting door. We moved our cars to the parking spots in front of our rooms.

As soon as I was in my room I opened my side of the connecting doors and knocked on hers. 

She opened the door and was in my arms instantly. We kissed passionately as she ground her body into mine. 

I reached one hand up under her sweater to caress a breast. I thought: 'I could call you 'prettytits.'' 

She laughed and said: "I thought you would reserve that name for Barbara."

I replied: "It is a good name for each of you."

She stepped back just enough to use her hands to start undressing me. I began undressing her as well. As soon as we were nude she was back in my arms again. We made out like mad for a few minutes and then she started to move backwards, pulling me along, until we fell onto her bed.

Ann guided me inside. She wrapped her arms around my back and her legs around my butt. She was 'hanging on for dear life' as I thrust away deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her mind and into mine. I could sense beneath this a profound love and a profound spiritual connection. Ann began to orgasm and she screamed, not verbally, but telepathically and that triggered mine. I squirted and squirted. I don't think I ejaculated like that in at least forty years, if ever. 

I relaxed feeling totally loved and totally loving in return. Her arms and legs relaxed but stayed in place for several minutes. We rolled onto our sides and I caressed her hair and her cheek for a few minutes before we stood back up.

I sniffed the air and said: "We'd better take a shower before we go out in public."

She laughed and agreed. We did. Besides soapy caresses are always fun.

After redressing we brought our computers in from our cars and documented our afternoon's inventions.

Then we drove across the street to the bookstore.

Bookstore 

The store was good size, seven isles with bookcases on both sides of each. The shelves were about three quarters full and there were several boxes still being unloaded. The cash register counter was near the door and there were several tables with chairs across the front of the store. As we entered the store Ann looked around and in a perfect imitation of Connie said: "Wow."

Ann started down the first isle, I followed. When Ann made a discovery she would sometimes show me her find. Saying things like: "Hey Honey, look at this." and "Darling - check this out." By the time she had gotten ten feet she had already selected a dozen books. I was looking too but had selected only one. We walked back and set them on a table.

We went over and asked the clerk if he had any boxes we could use to ship books. He said yes and if we needed it there was a UPS store about two blocks away.

We thanked him and continued our search.

We found ourselves moving each at a different pace. I was distracted by some bins of CDs and cassette tapes. The CDs were either $.50 or $1.00 each while the tapes were each a quarter. At those prices I found I could not resist. Lots of Ram Das and Alan Watts as well as others. I had to make several trips to the table.

Suddenly I heard a squeal of joy as Ann discovered the section on sacred sexuality. She had me come over and help her carry books over to the table. In a number of cases she was getting two copies, one for her family and one for us. This was quite a find, one I had missed on my trip out. We would later find a separate section of books on Tantra and Ann again went crazy with purchases.

Still later I discovered a section of various editions of the Kama Sutra. Ann loved them especially a coffee table book sized edition written in Hindi with amazing photographs. Talk about pornography. They had two of them and Ann said: "Cindy will go absolutely wild with this book." We both laughed.

I asked the clerk if he had "The Prophet."

He said yes but only had gift box editions left.

I said: "Wonderful, that's just what I want. I'll take five."

He gave me a dirty look and said: "I assume one is for her," nodding to Ann, "but who are the others for?"

I smiled and replied: "Her mother and her sisters,'The Prophet' should always be a gift, a loving gift." 

(In my mind I was lumping Connie in with Barb and Cindy- She really was a member of the Wells family in many ways.) 

He just looked at me for a few seconds, shook his head slightly and then went to find them.

When he returned I asked him if he had any stick on labels. He did and I put a label on each box.

I sat at another table and wrote a message in each book. I found myself kissing each book as I returned it to its box.

I took the one for Ann and presented it to her. She opened it, read a little, and said: "Oh my beloved, Thank you, thank you." Then she gave me a big sloppy kiss.

Ann found an almost complete collection of Osho.

I put together a collection for Connie. I started with "Seat of the Soul."

All told I found about 45 books, 30 CDs and 25 tapes for me, 15 books and 10 CDs and tapes for others. I found three books that I knew my wife would find extra special. Ann found over 120 books. She divided her collection into two piles: about 40 for her and the rest for her family. I paid for mine, Ann paid for hers and then we set to packing them in boxes. I also gift wrapped the books for my wife and for Connie.

Monday Evening 

We had trouble finding space in our cars for the boxes but we finally managed to move things around enough to get everything in. We drove to the UPS store only to find it closed. The sign said it would open at 7:00 in the morning. We then went looking for a restaurant. We found one which looked possible. It turned out to be really good and we each really enjoyed dinner.

Returning to the motel, we each carried in one suitcase, all we would need for the night. I brought in my cooler and went and got more ice. Ann brought in a couple of books.

Finally we looked at each other, thinking: 'Are we in for the night?' We decided we were and peeled off our clothing. 

There was an overstuffed chair in each room and I sat down in one. Ann sat on my lap with her legs, beautiful legs, over one side and her head on my shoulder. I held her gently and felt very loved. She snuggled against me and made a sound that was almost a purr. 

I thought: 'It doesn't get any better than this.' She kissed my cheek and then returned her head to my shoulder. We were content, loved and loving both ways.

We stayed like that for maybe an hour before heading for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. My 'spare tire' was noticeably smaller and the skin was tighter, not looser. My skin looked younger, especially the sun aged skin on my arms. I thought: 'Barbara's treatment is working miracles. Literally miracles."

We went to bed together and for the first time we did not make love. We just kissed a little and cuddled. Somehow that was enough.

I went to the bathroom about 3:30 in the morning. Ann remained sleeping. When I returned I could barely see Ann in the little bit of light leaking into the room. Nonetheless I stopped and looked in awe at just how beautiful Ann looked. She looked contented, a slight smile on her face. I carefully reentered the bed and snuggled up behind her. She continued sleeping.

Around six I made another bathroom run. This time she stirred as I returned. She pulled back the covers and spread her arms and legs in invitation. As I came around the side of the bed she rolled to her side and held her arms up welcoming me. I settled in. 

We alternated for a short while between gentle kisses and fiercely dancing tongues. I was stroking her flank with one hand while enjoying a breast with the other. She moaned happily. I then shifted down her body so I could nibble on her nipples. One hand went to her yoni. I was telepathically aware of the surges of pleasure flowing through Ann. Our link was giving me instant feedback as to how to maximize that pleasure.

We continued like this for another ten minutes or so and then she pushed me onto my back. Ann moved astride me and guided my lingam into her yoni. It was very much lingam and yoni, 'wand of light' and 'sacred place,' not cock and pussy. She began moving in slow deep strokes with a slight wiggle. My pleasure was feeding hers and her pleasure was feeding mine. She had an orgasm which almost triggered mine. I did manage to hold off and we continued. I felt so totally and completely loved. Our souls were caressing each other's. Yes, oh yes. Then we climaxed together.

She lay down on top of me and we kissed gently. Relaxation, pure relaxation. Love, pure love. We felt a tremendous sense of oneness. Oneness that was divine, oneness that was the divine. At the same time we were both thinking that sex was not really necessary, not at all necessary to making love. Union, pure union.

Eventually we decided it was time to get up. We showered together but really just showered. 

Tuesday and Wednesday. 

We dressed and packed up our suitcases. I topped off the ice in my cooler. We checked out of the motel. Then we headed off to breakfast, gas, and the UPS store. 

We debated going back to the bookstore and finally decided: "What the heck." I ended up getting about twenty more books while Ann bought another fifty. 

We headed east on the interstate.

(Our route was a series of zig zags North and East. Eventually getting on I-90 along the south shore of Lake Erie. I will not comment on each turn.)

We reentered our inventive space. We were somehow connecting with the universal consciousness and just accepting what was given. Over three days we received a total of twenty two inventions. Some were major, some were minor, some would be a good basis for a small startup, others would only be useful to major companies. We felt blessed.

We did not find that this made us super-horney like what happened on Monday. Instead we felt a profound sense of love: of each other, of our spiritual family and of all of humanity.

Instead we were full of joy.

As on Monday we used our computers to document our morning gifts over lunch. Likewise we documented our afternoon gifts in our motel rooms before going to dinner. We really considered these ideas to be gifts. We were profoundly grateful for them.

Tuesday evening I finally got through to my wife. We stayed on the phone until my cellphone battery was giving out. I hardly got a word in edgewise as my wife was telling me just how happy she was, how loved she felt and how spiritually connected she felt.

While I was on the phone Ann was using the motel's wifi connection to check out the colleges in the greater NY capital district. She found: Rensselaer, Union college, Russell Sage, Ualbany, CNSE, Skidmore, Siena, Saint Rose and even HVCC. 

She told me: "One of these schools is where I am supposed to be."

I asked: "Which?"

She replied: "I am not supposed to know that yet - As you and Barb often say: 'Let it unfold.' "

That night we made love very gently. The physical act was secondary to a dance of our souls. Afterwards we spooned. I found myself thinking: 'Ann is easy to love - She is as easy on the heart as she is on the eyes.' She reached around and gently patted my thigh. I kissed the back of her head. We slept soundly.

Wednesday we stopped a little ways east of Cleveland, tomorrow would be a long days drive home for me.

At dinner and afterwards we talked about what we were going to do with all of the inventions we had been given. We were both feeling profoundly grateful for having received them. We decided the best thing to do was to set up a company. We discussed the various ramifications of this for several hours. 

We seemed to have the idea that the company abbreviation should be iii. We toyed with names and came up with a list of possibilities: Innovative Ideas Incorporated, Innovative Inventions Incorporated, Intuitive Ideas Incorporated, Intuitive Inventions Incorporated, Intuitive Innovations Incorporated, Insight Innovations Incorporated, Intuitive Insight Incorporated, Intuitive Integration Incorporated or Innovative Insight Incorporated. Just to be different we added Dharma Incorporated to the list. Coming back to iii I suggested it could be 3i just as Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing is commonly called 3M. Ann said: "I like that especially if we italicize it or stylize it to be sort of like an Om." She italicized it on her computer: 3i.

We both had strong intuitions that this was the correct thing to do. It was clear that we were being guided in this.

Ann got on the web again and went looking for a motel in the capital district. She found several that were inexpensive. She sent an email to each asking about weekly rates. She settled on one in Latham, more or less equidistant between Albany, Troy and Schenectady. Watching her do this I concluded that Ann is a very skilled negotiator. 

I used my cellphone to call the Wells home. I got Barb on the line. 

She said: "I'm so glad you called" and suggested she sing our song. 

She did and we psychically merged. We held it for about fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of bliss. I was again sending love but only to my wife, the Wells girls and Connie. Barb and I were not only sharing wordless wisdom, we were generating it. The whole was far greater than the sum of its parts.

Ann and I went to bed relatively early. Ann suggested doggy style. We had fun.

Ann seemed to be picking up telepathically some of the wisdom Barb and I shared and created earlier.

Thursday 

We got an early start in the morning.

No inventions this time, just a profound feeling of the rightness of things. We listened to music.

We stopped at a rest area at about 10:00. When we were returning to our cars Ann said: "Before we roll I want to make a phone call."

She called a physics professor who was a good friend of Dr. Schmidt. He was expecting her call. Dr. Schmidt had sent him her papers and the two had had several long phone calls talking about her. 

Ann and the professor agreed to meet in his office, on campus at 10:00 the following morning.

We rolled.

I started a CD from the conference. We both enjoyed it. Telepathy can be wonderful.

We had lunch at a rest area on the interstate. I bought us each an ice cream cone for dessert.

We continued listening to CDs. We also had dinner on the thruway.

She got off at Latham. I blew her a kiss. I continued on to my home.

Our telepathic link faded away.

Home 

A sense of lightness, a sense of calm enveloped me as I turned onto my street. I pulled my car into the garage. I leaned back in my seat and took a deep breath before opening the door and exiting the car.

I entered the house and called out: "Hey honey, I'm home."

She ran into the room and with a broad smile gave be a big hug.

I was truly glad to be home.

She asked: "What were you doing? I've never felt so psychically connected or so loved."

I replied: "It's a long story. Shall I start at the beginning?"

She replied: "Sounds good to me."

I Started: "First, I should say that this trip was full of synchronicity even serendipity. I feel I was guided to the Wells home. Just before I got there I was seeing my situation as dire, I was fully expecting to die in the snowstorm. I was calm about it - What will be, will be. Then suddenly seemingly out of nowhere was this girl plowing a driveway. They invited me to stay with them. I was rescued."

I went on to describe in detail all the various twists and turns of fate that brought me to the Wells home, elaborating somewhat on my previous email.

Then I continued: "What I did not know until later is that these people are all part of our spiritual family - this meeting was destiny. Did you read 'Interconnections?' "

She replied: "Yes, and it is a fascinating book. I had trouble putting it down."

I said: "We are in it."

My wife responded: "What!?!"

I replied: "We are the present lives of two of the souls that show up repeatedly in that book."

My wife was silent for a few seconds and then asked in a very soft voice: "Am I Lucy?"

I answered: "Yes you are and I am Jacob. Remember Ann wrote all this down before I got there. In fact this book is now in the hands of a publisher."

She asked: "What is going on here? Why is this happening?"

I responded: "Apparently we have work to do together, spiritual work. 

"But I've received a huge set of lessons already. The really big lessons relate to the nature of love. Many years ago I wrote in my journal: 'The choice is never who to love. The choice is only to love at all.' Well, this trip I got to play with that big time. I also came to start to understand just how central love in all its forms is to the journey of the soul, the journey we call samsara. I find myself loving, really loving everyone in my life, in particular every girl in my life. It is awesome. I find that I love you in ways and with a depth that I had never imagined was possible. I also profoundly love each of the Wells girls and that love magnifies my love for you. Likewise my love for you magnifies my love for each of them. I hope that makes sense to you because in many ways it does not make sense to me. It just is."




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I was silent for a moment then continued: "Love is not a fixed quantity. The more we give away the more there is to give away. Love and Chi are related: Maybe love is a special form of Chi or maybe Chi is a special form of love. True love flows from the soul. True love flows through the soul. The more we connect with that the more integrated we become. Ultimately love comes from the God that is the center of the universe, ultimately love is the God that is the center of the universe."

We hugged. 

We moved to our family room and sat down.

I said: "I found love flowing through me to all of the women in my life. The more that came through the more there was. My heart was overflowing. My personality was not directing it or controlling it. My personality was just watching it happen. Watching it happen and basking in it. At first it was not sexual but later it was both sexual and non-sexual. That's hard to explain - It was a strange but wonderful experience.

Changing topics: "Perhaps I should describe the Wells family: A mother and three daughters. The mother's name is Mary and she has been divorced for sixteen years now. The pain in her life drove her into spiritual exploration and as she said: 'I've read all the books and it sort of made sense, but not really, not fully.' I was able to help her in a way where she said: 'The desert has turned into a garden and that garden is in full bloom.'

"Ann is her oldest daughter, two years out of high school where she was valedictorian. She has been studying math and physics with a retired college professor and has already written a paper on quantum mechanics which might just get her a Nobel prize. She is very much on a spiritual path also. Ann wrote 'Interconnections' and another wonderful book called 'The Integration of Intuition.'

"Barbara is the second daughter and is a senior in high school. Intensely psychic. She is obviously a very advanced soul. I sense a tremendous amount of spiritual power in her. I wonder if she is here Bodhisattva.

"Cindy is the youngest and is a Junior in high school. She is full of energy, joy and curiosity.

"I met one other girl, Barbara's best friend: Connie. She is also part of our spiritual family. She and I have some interesting past life ties."

"You have a profound spiritual connection to all of these people. It predates this lifetime."

My wife replied: "I think you're right. I don't know what it is or how it works but I have an incredibly strong feeling that you are describing old friends, we all love each other dearly. I'm looking forward to meeting them."

I responded: "According to 'Interconnections' you and Ann have done a whole lot together and love was the core of your interactions. While I was visiting we found a great deal more past life history, a copy of which is on my computer. You have past life ties to the entire Wells family. At least you can meet Ann. She's here checking out colleges."

My wife responded warily: "Oh."

I responded: "We convoyed here. She is checking out colleges in the capital district. On the way here we had a real inventive spurt. Sometimes we are telepathic and no we are not in telepathic communication now."

My wife asked: "How do you two become telepathic?"

I answered: "By making love."

She sighed then asked: "Is it making love or having sex?"

I replied: "It is making love, it is past making love, it is sharing the sacred flame. The sex is almost unimportant compared to the spiritual union."

She responded: "By rights I should be angry with you but I find I'm not. 

I said: "That's good because I not only slept with Ann. I slept with all of them and in every case it felt incredibly right and proper. In each case it was a spiritually growing activity especially for my partners. In each case it made my love for you stronger and more profound."

My wife scowled and asked: "Are you planning to remain sexually active with them?"

I answered: "Yes, as long as that is my intuitive guidance."

She then asked: "But, but where does that leave us?"

I replied: "Where do you want that to leave us? We have been sexually inactive for more than twenty years now. If you want to change that I'm very willing but I want that to become a spiritual sharing, not just a mechanical sex act. If you want to continue as we are and by that I mean where we were as I walked in the door tonight - profoundly loved and loving, but without sex, that is fine too. If you want to think about it - Take your time. What is not acceptable is you having sex with me out of some feeling of 'duty' or out of a fear of loss. Making love should be just that: making love. It needs to become a spiritual act. Let me tell you some more about what went on before you make up your mind."

She said, less than enthusiastically: "OK."

I then continued: "The high school the girls attend is very small but has a really good football team. The girls were roped into being cheerleaders. The cheerleading coach taught belly dancing as part of cheerleading practice. Barbara and Cindy both received this training. Barbara had absolutely no plans to ever dance in public or even for a man. Well, with her mother's and her sisters' encouragement, she ended up dancing for me. That was a week ago Wednesday afternoon. Through most of the dance I was watching her eyes, not her body, and we were spiritually bonding, merging at some very high level. I found love flowing through me in a way I had never experienced before. I know you were getting it along with a number of others. As I said before Barbara is a very advanced soul. We were wordlessly sharing wisdom. Later that day she asked me to share her bed and I did. Again the sex was secondary to an incredible merging of our souls, again I was sending love every which way." 

My wife commented: "Both of those times, I just felt so incredibly loved. I knew it was coming from you. I have to say that it felt so right to me, so very right, that I guess I can't fault you for it now. But what happened last night? Barbara wasn't with you then was she?"

I explained about the song and the power of it.

I continued: "The next day was Cindy's eighteenth birthday."

My wife interrupted with a smile: "Say no more. I get that picture."

I proceeded to tell Mary's story.

My wife said: "You did the right thing there too. I'm actually proud of you, both for what you did and for being willing to tell me."

I said: "I want to come back to Ann for a minute. It is clear to both of us that we have spiritual work to do together. It also seems that we have more conventional work to do together in order to set that up. On the drive here we were given twenty two marketable inventions. We are looking to set up a company together. That seems guided too. 

"Our telepathic link has provided an amazing level of intimacy. I know all of her foibles and she knows mine. This creates a level of trust and a level of love that is incredible. 

"I've also learned a great deal about the nature of trust. I have known intellectually for a long time about trusting the universe and trusting process as opposed to trusting an individual. Now however I understand this at a gut level. I no longer 'need' to trust you and because I no longer 'need' to trust you I now 'can' trust you. Because I can trust more I can love more. Maybe that sounds weird, maybe that is weird, but that is where I am."

I took a bathroom break and raided the kitchen for a snack and a soda. 

When I returned the intensity of our conversation was gone. We talked about what the kids and the cats had been up to.

When we went to bed we did not make love but we did spoon for the first time in many years.

We talked through all of Friday: Old issues, new issues, possibilities. We talked with a level of openness we had never imagined would have been possible. It cemented our relationship in ways we never contemplated. 

I printed a copy of the expanded past life history and of the latest version of "The Integration of Intuition." My wife said: "That's a lot to read."

I suggested that she open one of them to an arbitrary place and see what she gets. Synchronicity was working overtime: She opened the history to the story of Suzanne and Pierre. 

She said: "What a sad story."

I said: "Yes, but it has a happy ending. I was Pierre and Connie was Suzanne. I have a question: early Sunday evening I received a very strong message of approval from you. What were you feeling, what were you trying too say and were you aware of sending it?"

She replied: "I was feeling very loved and I sort of knew that you had 'concerns' about what was happening but I knew that you would do the right thing. I was trying to reassure you but I really didn't know that the message was getting through. What were you doing then?"

I responded: "Connie just asked me to take her to bed."

We talked more about Connie. I started talking about: 'my mystery girl.'

Fil said: "I'm glad you two did what you did."

The phone rang. I answered it. It was Ann. She asked to talk to my wife.

I thought: 'I hope you know what you're doing.'

To be Continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 09



Chapter 9

I handed the phone to my wife. Ann called her Mrs. McCartney. My wife objected saying: "My name is Filipina but everyone calls me Fil." Ann offered to take us out to dinner tomorrow night. My wife accepted and Ann asked her to choose a nice restaurant where we could all talk. The two chatted happily for about ten minutes. I was surprised, actually shocked, by this. Then it occurred to me that these two are friends over many lifetimes at the level of soul. It got me thinking about how strongly the soul can interact with the personality.

My wife passed the phone to me. 

College choice. 

Ann filled me in on her Friday. She met with Dr. Schmidt's friend and they had a wonderful talk. He asked her to just call him Ivan. She said that he really is an amazing person and Dr. Schmidt is right when he told me that he is a 'really nice guy.' He had passed her papers to the department head and they had several long discussions about how to recruit her.

She continued: "He called the university president and set up a meeting for us at 2:00 pm. We were supposed to get fifteen minutes.

"He took me on a tour of campus and bought me a very nice lunch in the faculty dining room. While at lunch Ivan spotted the head of the philosophy department and waved him over saying: "Here is a young lady you really need to meet." We had a very nice conversation and I came away with another firm supporter. He really lit up when she described the book she has started on the spiritual and philosophical ramifications of quantum physics.

"We met with the president and Ivan did a marvelous sales job on my behalf. The president asked me a number of questions and seemed pleased with my answers. It ended up with my being offered a special doctoral program. Basically: I'm going for two doctorates: physics and philosophy. I get to take those final exams that I want for credit, without concern for prerequisites, starting this semester. I do have to pay for the courses but that's OK with me. I will receive intermediate degrees as I meet the requirements for them. I am free to choose extra courses as I wish to qualify for those degrees. The president was firm on one point: I will need to live in a dorm for one school year, starting next fall. I do get to have a car on campus and I get to keep full rights to any and all inventions I have made or will make in the future. Ivan will be my faculty advisor. Our meeting ran forty minutes.

"Afterwards Ivan and I walked over to the admissions office and filled out paperwork. Then we walked over to the security office and I was given a student ID and a parking sticker."

She concluded with: " I'm in. This feels right." 

After I hung up Fil said: "She seems really sweet."

I replied: "She is really sweet."

Saturday 

Saturday was just as busy for Ann. First she scanned the real estate section of the phone book. She let her intuition run as she selected an agent. She called her and they made an appointment for that afternoon, meeting for lunch.

Ann was aware that her SUV was just to big for most of the campus lots. She needed something smaller. She decided on both small and fun. Then she went on line and located all the local Mazda dealers. She also looked up all there was to be known about Miata pricing.

She then drove to the closest and looked over the new Miatas. She then asked if they would be willing to accept a $500 profit on a clean deal for cash on a new Miata. They said yes but then tried to finagle a higher markup. She stuck to her guns and got her price. She would finish the transaction and pick up the car next week.

She had lunch with the real estate lady and explained that she wanted an office with attached living quarters. Describing what she wanted in office space as two or three offices and room for a lab. She also explained that her mother and sisters might come for extended visits so she wanted space for them as well. She wanted to lease with an option to buy but would buy now if that is what it would take. The agent argued that someone in Ann's position had very little chance of getting a mortgage. Ann explained that she would not need one. At first the agent seemed resistant to the idea but she finally concluded that Ann was very serious. 

It was then that a light bulb went off in the agents head. There was a property that had come on the market a year before the might be what Ann wanted. The agent went on line and found it was still available. It had been a law office with housing above. It had been owned by two lawyers who died in quick succession. Another law firm bought the practice but did not want the building.

The agent called the listing office and they all met at the property. In many ways it looked like a large house. There were some differences however: The driveway turned into a large parking lot behind the building; There were two front doors, one at the right front corner of the building and another about ten feet away. Each door had an intercom.

We talked later and Ann described the tour: "We entered the left of the front doors. This opened into the foyer of the law office which was a sitting area in front and a receptionist's or secretary's desk toward the back. The suspended ceiling was twelve feet high. Just in front of the secretary's desk a hall ran off to the left. There were four doors on the left of this hall and three on the right plus an open area on the right between the second and third door, as well as a door at the very end. 

The first door on the left opened into a large conference room. The conference table and chairs were still there and would seat 12 people. There were another dozen chairs along the walls. Nice chairs. 

The next door opened into another room with a small table and several chairs but this room featured floor to ceiling bookcases on both side walls. Each side wall had a wheeled ladder on tracks for access to the upper shelves. There were also bookcases under and around the front windows. 

The third door opened into a long narrow storage room. The fourth door opened into a smaller conference room which also had an outside door, basically a fire exit. 

The three doors on the right side of the hall each opened into a large office. Each still had a desk, chair, guest chairs and a table. There was an intercom box on each desk. 

The open space was a kitchenette area with a full size refrigerator, a small counter with a sink and cabinets and a table with a microwave and coffee machine on it. There was a door at the back of this area that led to a narrow hall with an elevator on the right and an outside door. 

The last door at the end of the hall was a small half bath. 

Most of the walls were paneled. It was nice wood.

After exploring this we returned to the foyer which had three additional doors. One at the back went to the parking lot. We went through the front of the two doors on the right side of the foyer. This led to stairs to the second floor. 

The stairs went to a large living room with a free standing fireplace in one corner. The living room had a railing overlooking the stairs. Beyond the living room was a small dining room. Beyond that was a very nice kitchen. Most of the appliances looked fairly new and there was lots of cabinet and counter space. The elevator went to the kitchen. Along the front of the building were three nice size bedrooms and a full bath with shower. The last bedroom had its own bath with a Jacuzzi tub for two and a bidet. Past the kitchen was another small bedroom. 

The second floor ceiling was normal height.

"The bedroom in front of the living room had stairs to the attic which was fully floored and had an air conditioner air handler and ducting as well as the elevator mechanism. There was still lots of usable storage space.

"Returning to the foyer we went through the last door which led to the basement. The basement was divided in two by a wall with a large door. The front half was concrete but the back part was carpeted. The area around the clothes washer and drier was tile. It was clear that this was a dry basement. There was a second air handler in the basement in addition to the furnace and water heater. The elevator opened into the carpeted side. There were a number of storage cabinets along both sides of the dividing wall. There was also lots of empty steel shelving, two wheeled carts and a hand truck.

"We took the elevator back to the first floor. It measures about 5 by 6.

"We went outside and walked around the building. The siding was aluminum and looked fairly new or at least well maintained. The door at the elevator had an arrow pointing toward the foyer door and a label: "Use other door." There was a two car garage facing the parking lot. On the other side of the parking lot was a stair down to the basement and behind that was a slab with two air conditioners. The parking lot had twelve spaces. 

"We looked at the lot next door which is mostly woods. It is part of this property. 

"By the way it is within walking distance of campus."

Ann told the agent that she was very interested but wanted her partner to look it over too. They arranged to possibly meet again on Sunday.

Ann meets my wife. 

Ann drove to our house and we all went in my car to a small restaurant out in the country that is one of Fil's favorites. 

Ann and Fil really hit it off. We enjoyed a great meal. We went back to our house and Fil invited Ann in.

Fil inviting Ann in was totally out of character for Fil. The way this was unfolding was mind boggling to me.

They talked for over two more hours. Occasionally I got a word in edgewise.

As Ann was getting ready to leave my wife dropped a bombshell. She said: "Ann, I don't mind if you sleep with my husband."

Talk about mind boggling.

That night I hugged my wife extra tight.

Sunday. 

The next day I looked over the proposed property. I liked it. Ann made an offer: lease with an option to buy.

The Next week. 

Over the next week things were somewhat hectic. 

Ann opened a checking account and arranged an electronic transfer from her broker in the amount of $100,000. The bank decided to treat her as an extra special customer.

She contacted a lawyer and started the incorporation process. Serendipity continued: the lawyer she chose has a nephew who works in the state office that handles incorporations. We received expedited handling.

We picked up her Miata on Tuesday afternoon. Ann decided to call it 'the red rocket.' She gave me the spare key. She also gave me a key to her SUV.

She did not get the rent she wanted but she did get a slightly lower option price and the option could be exercised at any time over the next two years. Ann took possession on Wednesday.

I helped her move in. We spent the rest of the day buying furniture, furnishings, food and supplies. She took my advice on beds: A king size undamped water bed for the master bedroom, a damped king size water bed for the next bedroom, a regular king size bed for the last big bedroom and two single beds for the small bedroom. We picked up an air mattress since her beds were not due to be delivered until tomorrow. We went to the grocery together. We each pushed a cart. She filled both. There is a lot to setting up a new household.

Ann loved the bidet.

Ann and I tested out the air mattress. It was a different way to make love. Slightly bouncy.

My wife joined us for dinner. We enjoyed a pleasant chat. Later Ann called home and suggested Barb and Connie come and visit colleges.

Thursday Ann stayed at her new home waiting for the various furniture deliveries. Ann used the wait time to write up some of our inventions and to explore the place in detail. Everything showed up! She found connectors for the intercom boxes were all over the place. All of the outside doors had intercoms. There was an intercom box on the secretary's desk. The living room had a full panel on the wall near the top of the stairs. So did the kitchen.

In the evening she ran around picking up things she had forgotten.

I found that I had been losing about one pound a day ever since Barbara's hands on treatment. This necessitated regular shopping trips to buy pants, belts and particularly underwear.

Ann spent all day Friday on campus. Mostly in the library and bookstore. She had lunch with Ivan and the head of the physics department. 

Friday evening I joined Ann in a visit to a local electronics store. She purchased a large HDTV and a 7.1 sound system with wireless surround speakers and a 15 inch subwoofer. We also picked up a wireless router and some other computer stuff. It took us over an hour to set the TV and Audio gear up.

I went home to sleep.

Saturday morning Ann and I made love on the undamped water bed. She really enjoyed the way we made it slosh. So did I. We laughed that we had found a new way to explore resonance. 

In the aftermath I found a song running through my mind, with a modified lyric: 'Nothin' could be fine-a than to be in your vagina in the mo-oor-rnin'.' Ann laughed. 

We kissed. I said: "Well it's true." She kissed me again.

Ann telepathed: "How about Barb's and Cindy's and Connie's.

I replied: "Those too." We both laughed. Ann knew how much I loved her. She knew how much I loved the others. She knew how much I loved.

Afterwards we took a bath together in the Jacuzzi tub. We had fun. It is easy to be playful with Ann.

We used our telepathic link as a way for me to learn the proper way to write patent disclosures. We both worked through the day on disclosures. Late in the afternoon Fil joined us.

That evening Ann fixed dinner for both my wife and I. Fil thoroughly enjoyed both the meal and conversation afterward. She had been reading our past life history book. She was coming to appreciate just how much love permeated the functioning of our spiritual family. At one point my wife said: "Matt dear, at various times you have talked and written about the universality of love and I thought: 'Yeah sure, what a crock,' well I wasn't getting it but now I do get it. I also am coming to appreciate the Taoist farmer story, seeming problems do turn into blessings."

Monday and Tuesday. 

We started a pattern of my working on disclosures in the office while Ann was in and out. Ann would work on disclosures when she was not otherwise occupied with school.

We got the cable hook up on Monday. With that was wideband internet.

We decided to use the first office to meet people and share the second office as our working space. We moved the desk and table from the third office into the second one. We found this worked well. We bought the parts for two new computers and assembled them ourselves. Each system was equipped with two large pivoting monitors. I also bought another laptop so I could leave mine home.

Barb and Connie visit .

This pattern was interrupted when Barbara and Connie flew into Albany airport the next Wednesday afternoon.

When we met them Connie pulled her hair across her face below her eyes and asked seductively: "Am I still your mystery girl?"

I replied: "You will always be my mystery girl."

We had nice hugs all around. Nice but sedate, we were in public after all.

They used the SUV to drive up to Skidmore that afternoon.

We all went out for dinner that evening, including Fil. My wife was very pleased to meet both Barbara and Connie. Barbara was radiating love. Connie was shy but still looked longingly in my direction. The conversation was very relaxed although largely superficial. Over time my wife would become fast friends with both Barbara and Connie.

Fil went home while I went to the apartment with the girls. Once we were inside there was a race to see who would be nude first. Connie won but not by much. She got the first hug. Hugs all around. Lots of laughter. Four very happy people.

Connie said to me: "It was kind of weird to meet your wife but she's really nice. Does she know about us?"

I replied: "Yes she does and synchronicity really worked: She opened the past life history to the story of Suzanne and Pierre."

Connie said: "Wow!"

I thought: 'That's Connie.'

We moved to the Jacuzzi. Our Jacuzzi was designed for two, would be tight for three but four was ridiculous. We had lots of laughter and squealing. We had a blast. At the end I got to enjoy toweling off the girls.

Barb noticed the bidet. She pointed to it and asked Ann: "Is that what I think it is?"

Ann answered: "It sure is."

Barbara then asked: "Is it for what I think it's for?"

Ann replied: "Try it."

Connie then said: "What are you two talking about? What is it for?"

Ann turned one valve then the other, felt the water, waited for the hot water, adjusted the valves a little, and straddled it.

Connie went: "Oh my god."

Ann stood up and Barbara straddled it.

Barbara went: "Umm nice."

Barb let Connie try it. She moaned happily.

I watched.

We decided on an early bedtime. Ann and Barb both agreed that tonight was Connie's turn.

I did not know it then but Barbara tried sleeping in the undamped water bed.

Connie. 

We used the middle bedroom. The one with the damped waterbed.

As we entered the room Connie said: "I went on the pill the day that you left."

So I asked: "Does that mean you are safe now?"

She replied: "Uh huh."

We pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. I held her, gently stroking her body.

She said: "You have opened so many doors for me."

I asked: "How so?"

She replied: "The whole spiritual universe, the whole world of love, the whole world of true relationships, so many things. If someone had asked me before we met if I could be any closer to Barb than I was then I would have said no, not possible. Well it is possible. Before you came along Barb didn't talk much about the spiritual side and if she had I wouldn't have listened. Now I find that that is our main area of conversation. We love each other much more for it. Why didn't she tell me all this stuff before?"

I replied: "You answered your own question. You would not have listened. She waited until you were ready. "

She snuggled up close, kissed me gently and said: "I've been dreaming about this night."

I replied: "I have too. I feel so innocent when I am with you."

She responded: "Oh. Why do you think that is?"

I answered: "Maybe I'm connecting with the energy of Pierre, maybe I'm reflecting your energy, maybe some of both. In any case I like it."

I kissed her on the tip of her nose. She giggled slightly.

She said: "You're a nut but then I love nuts." She reached down and gently fondled my testicles

and added: "especially yours."

She kissed me passionately. I kissed her back. Lots and lots of tongue action. Eventually I started kissing and nibbling my way down her body. She loved every bit of it. Finally she moved flat on her back and started tugging at me to be on top of her. I moved into position and slid slowly in. 

I found there is something magical about making love with Connie. I felt an incredible joy from head to toe. This didn't seem psychic - just incredible joy. It was clear that she was loving it too. I felt immensely loved, not just by Connie, or Connie, Ann and Barb or Connie, Ann, Barb and my wife but by the entire universe. As wonderful as my lingam felt in her yoni, and it was lingam in yoni, it was secondary to an overwhelming sensation of loving and being loved. Then we had our orgasms together. We both lay there panting. Then we both said: "Wow."

We rolled to our sides. We went to sleep in each others arms.

Thursday. 

I woke up about 6:00 with a very full bladder. Connie and I were still entangled. I carefully disentangled myself and headed to the bathroom. When I returned she was awake. I returned to her arms and we made out fiercely. She really responded when I shifted to sucking on her nipples. I started to play with her lower lips, clit and vagina. Connie climaxed. I kept going and she was soon having orgasm after orgasm. We were both panting. Finally she begged me to stop. 




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We kissed gently.

She whispered: "That was so wonderful."

We were silent for a minute. I continued to stroke her body tenderly. She stroked my shaft gently. I was painfully erect.

She said: "What do you want to do now?"

I replied: "I suppose I should go wake up Barbara. We can have a shower together later."

Connie responded: "Ummm OK" and kissed me again. 

I slipped out of bed with Connie and headed next door. I found Ann not Barbara. Gave her a big kiss and she kissed me twice, once on the mouth and once on the tip of my phallus before she pointed me in the right direction. Entering the right bedroom, I lit a candle on the dresser. Then I slipped into bed with Barbara, making waves as I did. She bounced up and down and slowly started to wake up. 

She said: "I think I like this tradition." 

We kissed gently at first and then deeply. She moaned. She started caressing me all over. I reciprocated. She started to pant as I massaged her breasts. Finally she moved flat and pulled me onto her. She guided me into a very well lubricated yoni. We rapidly had the bed sloshing overtime. We adjusted our speed to the natural resonance of the bed. She loved it. 

I was not able to hold myself in position to look into her eyes so she did the next best thing: she started singing 'the song.' It worked both ways: We were merging psychically and I was sending love energy to all the women in my life just like I had done before. This was every bit as wonderful as our first time. We both had powerful orgasms and like before it was almost like an anticlimax compared to the psychic merging.

We lay there for about five minutes, exhausted, trying to catch our breaths. I was still inside and Barb was squeezing me in a way that was trying to pull me in deeper. 

We moved to the living room. Connie joined us grinning from ear to ear. She gave me a really nice hug and asked: "You make me feel so loved. How do you do that?"

I replied: "I don't know - it just happens sometimes."

I sat in the middle of the sofa with one on each side and turned on the TV, flipping to a channel that would have the local weather. They leaned into me. I was able to wrap each arm around their necks in such a way that I ended up with a breast in each hand. I squeezed and played with nipples while we waited for the weather report. This was fun too. The forecast came on: nice day.

I said: "Anyone for breakfast?"

Two nods.

We headed for the kitchen. I said: "We have orange juice, eggs, but no bacon, pancake makings, hot cereal and several different kinds of cold cereal.

They both wanted OJ and cold cereal. We moved the food and dishes to the dining table and sat down to eat. Ann joined us.

I said: "It's still nice to be in the bosom of my family."

They all stuck out their chests and we all laughed. I leaned over and kissed Ann on a nipple and then did the same for Connie.

I then looked across the table at Barb and said: "Don't worry. You'll get yours too."

She stuck her chest out even further, grinned and replied: "I'm sure."

Ann headed off to get dressed. She had an early meeting with the head of the philosophy department.

After breakfast I got out some road maps and showed Barbara the route to Smith and Mount Holyoke. Barb said: "We will use the GPS in the SUV anyway."

I said: "That's probably a good idea."

I ended up taking two showers, both were a lot of fun. Both girls can be very passionate, especially when soaped up. Connie and I ended up making love again in the shower. Life is good.

We sat around for about one half hour talking about inconsequential things. We shared glorious hugs before getting dressed. 

The girls took off on their college tours and I drove home.

My wife greeted me with a big smile: "Did you have sex with Barbara again this morning?"

I answered: "Yes and I was radiating love again."

She replied: "You sure were. I keep thinking I should be mad about you doing this but I find I can't get mad, it is just too wonderful."

I commented: "Every time I make love with one of these girls I find that I love you more and more. Don't know how, not even sure why, but the effect is very real and it is all about spiritual growth, spiritual growth for everyone involved. The world seems like a better place after I am with Barbara, whether we are sexually engaged or not. "

We hugged.

She went on to talk about what she was dreaming last night. In a weird way it tied into Connie and I being together.

We talked about this. Our conversation slowly morphed into her sharing some of her recent spiritual insights. It morphed further into what the kids were doing. We talked until lunch time. We both fixed lunches and ate together. 

My wife then went for her afternoon nap and I loaded my camera, all my lenses and my studio lighting kit into the car and drove back to the office.

I carted all the equipment into the small conference room and assembled the light-stands, attached the strobes, soft-box and umbrella and otherwise set it all up. I closed the blinds and the drapes. Complete privacy.

Then I went back to work on invention disclosures.

Ann called and asked me to put the roast in the oven. 

Ann arrived about 5:30. The girls were a few minutes later.

Again there was a race to undress. Very nice hugs followed. 

Barb and Connie filled us in on their campus tours. All three colleges were attractive. The discussion continued during dinner preparation and our actual dinner. Ann filled us in on what was happening with her.

These discussions came to a natural end.

I said: "I've brought in my studio lighting."

Connie asked: "What's that."

I replied: "Strobe lamps used in a photographic studio."

Connie then said: "Can I pose?"

I responded: "Of course. You all can. Why do you think I brought them in."

Ann said: "Shall we? Lead the way."

Photography. 

We all moved to the small conference room. None of the girls were familiar with this type of equipment so I took time to explain what was what and the basics of glamor lighting. Ann commented that she wished Cindy was here.

I shot nudes for about an hour. The girls were having fun. Ann and Barbara continued to flow naturally from one great pose to another. Connie had to work at it but I still got many wonderful pictures of her. 

Towards the end of the nude shoot Barbara started clowning around. She got Connie and Ann clowning too. More great pictures.

I suggested that they get dressed. Still more great pictures. Barbara and Connie both wished they had packed more and different clothing for this trip. I said that they should not worry about it - we can take lots more in the fall. Connie decided that she needed to work on her wardrobe.

I copied the pictures into my laptop. Then I brought the computer upstairs and cabled it to the TV. The girls all watched the slide-show. As we went through the pictures I would move the pictures that we felt were of lower quality to a different file and copy those we thought were exceptionally good into still a different file. 

We then did the same thing with the pictures I took at the Wells home. 

When I showed the first picture of blood running down Connie's thigh she began to cry. It was clear they were tears of joy. She came over, sat on my lap, kissed me passionately and said: "Thank you, thank you." I hugged her tight, then caressed her softly.

Barbara's turn. 

Barb and I took a shower together. Great fun as always. Barbara just gets more and more passionate. I brought her to orgasm using one finger inside and my thumb on her clit. We dried each other off and finished our preparations for bed. Somehow this felt like old home week. I love this girl.

We used the normal king size bed. Barb began by caressing me all over, sort of a massage. She is a girl of many talents. I caressed her as well, bringing her close to orgasm. 

Then she piled up the pillows and had me move to my back with my head supported. She mounted me astride, staring into my eyes. Her's rapidly became the liquid fire again as she did amazing things with her pelvis. That soon became secondary as we psychically merged again. I began to transmit love again to the full cast with a higher intensity than ever before. It all felt so incredibly good. We came to orgasm together and just kept going. I was never able to do that before. We finally stopped after our second orgasms.

She moved flat against my body and we rolled sideways, still engaged. We kissed softly. No words were spoken. No words were possible. Love was in the air. We dropped off to sleep.

Friday. 

The next morning we made love again but it was just normal sex. I stopped before my orgasm and went to wake Connie. Connie thought this was much better than any old alarm clock. I had to agree.

I was starting to feel that I was neglecting Ann. I went into her bedroom. She was about half awake. I took her in my arms and kissed her. We kissed gently, no tongue action, just gentle kisses. Then an amazing thing happened. Our telepathic link re-formed. She knew how much I loved her and I knew how much she loved me. Bliss.

She said: "Let's have breakfast."

This morning we had french toast. Real maple syrup. It was good.

Barbara and Connie left to tour Vassar. Ann and I worked on disclosures.

Barbara and Connie returned in mid afternoon.

The girls had stopped at a mall on the way back. It had a Victoria's Secret store. They purchased some 'interesting' clothing. More photography. We had fun. Then the clothing came off.

Again I did a slide-show. That was fun too.

Ann decided that she needed to do some clothes shopping. 

I asked: "Why? I like what you're wearing now."

She came over and stuck a breast in my eye. I moved it to my mouth and kissed it.

She said: "I'm barefoot. Next you will want me pregnant."

I replied: "You may decide to go there some time in the future but that is definitely not part of my immediate plans."

We kissed again.

Afterwards we sat around for some deep discussions about the nature of the spiritual journey. Barbara had some interesting insights on what was happening on the world scene. She presented a very optimistic view, with much more energy in the system, much faster change. More and more people are waking up.

We broke for dinner.

After dinner I called my wife. We had a long chat about my radiating love. She decided that she liked the idea of my sleeping with Barbara and wanted me to do it as often as possible.

Then we talked about our plans for the next day. She would join us for a drive up into the Adirondack mountains.

We sat around discussing radiating love. I still did not understand it but found it fascinating. We talked for hours. We still did not draw any real conclusions.

Connie again .

Connie and I took a bath together in the Jacuzzi tub. She really liked my washing her breasts so I ended up doing that over and over. We alternated between being playful and passionate. We were having fun. 

When we had dried each other off, she dropped to her knees and took my shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then took me deeper. She tried various variations. It was clear to me that she was experimenting, seeing what worked. She tried to deep throat me but started to gag. She stroked the base with her hand as she played with the tip. Some more experimentation. Then she tried deep throat again. She took me almost all the way in then bobbed in and out. I was nearing orgasm and stopped her before I came.

She asked: "How did I do?"

I replied: "Wonderfully."

She grinned. We hugged. Then moved to the bedroom. We had the undamped water bed.

I found my mood shifting from playful sexuality to profound love, gentle love. I held her softly, kissed her cheek and stroked her back. Our flame returned, swirling and dancing around us. She began to cry and finally said: "Oh Matt, I love you so."

I turned off the bedroom light. We had our flame.

We went to bed and necked and petted for perhaps one half hour before actually making love. Our flame would flare and subside, only to flare again. There was tremendous innocence throughout all of this. We climaxed together, then kissed softly. Not a word was spoken, not a word was necessary. We looked into each other's eyes. Her's were melted chocolate. We cuddled up for the night. The flame slowly dimmed.

The next morning she tried fellatio again. This time she was much more confident and brought me to orgasm. She said: "Paul would have loved this. Too bad he couldn't love me."

I replied: "The past is past, let it go."

She answered: "Oh I have, I have. You are so much better. You make me better. I am a much better person for having you in my life. Thank you, thank you. I love you."

I replied: "I love you too. As I said before you make me innocent. Being able to do that is a very rare gift."

We kissed softly.

I still had enough left to make love again. She had four orgasms before I came. 

Saturday. 

We got an early start. Ann drove the SUV. We stopped at my home and picked up my wife.

We headed north on the interstate.

Ann was driving a bit fast. She was pulled over by a state trooper.

The officer said: "OK young lady let me see your pilot's licence."

Ann smiled sweetly and produced it. She got off with a warning and advice to: "fly low."

As we drove away Barb gave Ann a bit of a look.

Ann sounded defensive as she said: "Well, he did ask for my pilot's licence."

They both laughed, we all laughed.

The girls were used to flat land. Mountains and mountain lakes were new to them. Lots of beautiful scenery. Lots of wonderful conversation. Fil was totally relaxed with the girls. We had a fun day in the mountains. I took lots of pictures. Later I sent the best to Mary.

We had dinner at Fil's favorite restaurant. Again very relaxed conversation. 

As we were getting into the car, Fil asked: "Who are you sleeping with tonight?"

I answered: "Barbara."

My wife gave me a big smile and a high sign. Then she said: "Tell her I love her too."

We dropped Fil off at home.

Once home and undressed Ann broke out her guitar. We sat around singing mostly folk songs for several hours. Later she gave us a violin concert.

Barbara again. 

As we moved to the bathroom, I repeated my wife's message. Barbara looked very pleased and said: "Tell her it is mutual."

Barb and I shared the bathroom as has been our custom. We had a whole lot of fun in the shower. She received the kiss she missed at breakfast and a whole lot more. She was almost to orgasm without my touching her yoni. With Barbara it is always yoni, never pussy, certainly never cunt. It really was a sacred spot.

When we had finished she said: "We probably won't get to do this again until fall. I for one am really going to miss it. Not just the showers but the whole thing. I would never have imagined how much pleasure there can be in just watching my love brush his teeth. It's funny how common ordinary things can become so special."

I found that I agreed with her. I kissed her.

We headed for the bedroom with the damped water bed. We had already used the others. 

When we got there she said: "There is something I have wanted to try ever since mom mentioned it. I want you between my tits. Do you like that?"

I replied: "I've never tried it but yes I would like to try it. You may not get me all the way to orgasm but it still sounds like fun."

I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees spread wide. She knelt before me. The soft pressure was a very neat experience. Barb was also finding it very stimulating. I found that I had reached a plateau, a very nice plateau, but a plateau nonetheless. 

I suggested trying it lubricated. She asked with what and I suggested olive oil. 

She then said: "Only if it is extra virgin."

We tried it. An interesting difference. Neat.

I found that I loved playing with her breasts all oiled up. So did she.

She then gave me a massage using the oil. She did a good job: both relaxing and arousing.

We played around fifteen ways to Sunday. Barb can be very imaginative. So can I.

Finally we settled down to serious lovemaking. We went back and forth between missionary and astride. Barb really loved this. We had intense orgasms together. 

We took another shower to get rid of the oil. We also changed the sheets.

We returned to the bed in a very different mood. The playfulness was replaced with profound love.

She sang our song. We merged at some very high level. Her eyes were again the liquid fire. I was again sending love. It was going mostly to the Wells girls, Fil and Connie. We held it for about ten minutes.

We kissed lightly and went to sleep.

Ann knocked on our door announcing that it was seven o'clock. I stared to rise but Barbara stopped me saying: "I want to check you first." She rubbed her hands together until they started glowing white. She ran her hands all over my body, muttering like: "um... OK...hum...good... oh...all right...yes...yes...huuum." she spent a long time over my heart. When she finished she was glowing softly all over. 

She said: "You won't need the pacemaker any more." Then she leaned over and gently kissed me at my heart.

She placed her hands at the base of my belly and concentrated for about ten seconds. Then she took my lingam in one hand and my gonads in the other, held them for perhaps another ten seconds and said: "Give Ann a really nice day."

Finally she sent me to wake up Connie: "The best way." I did.

Sunday. 

We had our last breakfast together. Lots of joking around.

We took the girls to the airport.

After Ann and I returned she got out the illustrated Kama Sutra. We did have a "really nice day."

To be continued.



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Chapter 10.

Progress. 

Over the next few weeks I spent a great deal of time writing up invention disclosures. Mostly I worked in the office. Ann was in and out. She was doing things relating to school as well as writing up patent disclosures. When we had a group of five or six completed we would have Ivan witness them and send them off to Ann's patent attorney in Boston. Ann was right: Ivan is a really nice guy.

One area of Ann's education was weak: Chemistry. She wanted to take the Chem-II finalso she went to work studying chemistry. She plowed through the chemistry I and II textbook. She made a friend for life with one chemistry professor by explaining her approach to quantum mechanics to him. She had an elegant approach to the nature of the chemical bond. After all theoretical chemistry is really applied quantum physics.

A pattern slowly developed where I would sleep in my home three or four nights a week and spend the other nights in the apartment. Both Fil and Ann seemed to be happy with this arrangement.

We got 3i all set up. 

Ivan does some consulting work. One of his clients had a really nasty problem. One that was unexpected and a major defense contract was at risk. It turned out that one of our inventions was an elegant solution to this problem. Ivan told them that one of his students had just filed a patent with the answer. We met with them and they really wanted the patent, even though it was still only an application. They had no doubt it would be granted. Ann wanted to licence it to them but they insisted on buying it outright. We sold it to them for half a million dollars. 3i was off to a good start.

Ann and I started giving each other massages. We liked using oil. This tended to be messy. Requiring changing bed sheets and the oil often soaked through. Finally we invested in a massage table. We set it up in the first bedroom.

With a bit more money in the company coffers I upgraded to two huge monitors on pivoting wall mounts. Ann was happy with hers.

We discovered an electrically controlled movie screen at one end of the large conference room. We invested in a high power computer projector to take advantage. It worked perfectly off the laptop.

Nightmares 

I seldom have nightmares. Most of my dreams are reasonably pleasant although they are often weird in the sense that what is happening is far removed from anything in my life. My dreaming changed somewhat after my visit to the Wells family in that they tended to be happier. I could not remember a single unhappy dream since the visit. 

I find about one third of my dreams are third person. That is I as the dreamer am watching the action as opposed to participating in it.

But three nights running I had a real nightmare. The first two nights I was watching two utterly depraved people torture a girl to death. The setting was the inquisition. A priest and a torturer were trying to get the girl to confess to heresy and name others involved as well. Each night I woke up literally shaking. On the second night I got up and took notes, hoping this might put an end to the dreams.

Ann and I talked about the dream but did not reach any conclusions.

The third night I was sleeping with Ann and we had made love earlier. Our telepathic link was in place. This time I was the girl and the dream played out in even more detail. Ann got up and made even better notes. I woke up in a sweat as the girl in the dream died. 

I got up and went looking for Ann. I was almost a basket case. Ann was clearly shaken as well. We hugged, she held me and let me cry. I don't remember ever crying over a dream before but this one seemed so real and so horrible. The smugness of the priest only added to the terror. We both wondered if things like that ever actually happened. We both found ourselves hoping they hadn't.

The next night I had a pleasant dream. Over the next week I managed to put the dream behind me. I really did not want to think about it. Neither did Ann.

Hiring Joyce .

We decided that it might be good to hire someone to cover the office. We put an ad in the paper advertising for a: Secretary/receptionist/office manager/janitor/general assistant.

We received three inquires. The first girl wanted to know all about her pay and benefits while expressing absolutely no interest in what her duties would be. The second girl was even worse, she seemed to have difficulty putting together a coherent sentence. The third girl was named Joyce. She was everything the first two weren't. Intelligent, interested, interesting, ready to work, quick to smile, ready to be genuinely helpful and ready to learn. She was a pretty girl: nice figure, cute face, light brown hair.

We explained: "We do not have nearly enough work to keep you busy for the full time we have you here but we feel that the office should be covered in terms of the phone and the door 9 to noon and 1 to 4 on working days. The place also needs to be maintained, general cleaning and so on. We would also want you to take care of the routine government paperwork, pay the bills and so on. Ann lives upstairs and it would be good if you were to take care of the apartment also."

Joyce smiled and replied: "Basically you want me to take care of everything here that you do not want to bother with. OK, I am willing to do that. Am I right that this job starts small but can grow as your business grows into whatever I can grow it into?"

Ann responded: "Yes."

We took time to explain our relationship and how the company came to be formed. We explained that we really were not sure what its future will be but we were going along with what seemed to be spiritual direction.

Joyce thought this was neat. She also thought that one aspect of the job was to keep her mouth shut. We said definitely.

We took her on the grand tour. She decided this was a neat place. She liked the spiritual books on the library shelf. Only later would she discover the sacred sex and Tantra books. She also liked both the photo studio and the bidet. She had never actually used a bidet.

She finally said: "I want to work here. I am even willing to take minimum wage if that is what it takes."

Ann telepathed to me: "This is the girl we want." 

I responded: "Yes definitely."

We suggested a number well above minimum wage. We outlined vacation and holiday policy.

I then asked: "When do you want to start."

She replied: "How about right now."

We had our girl.

She asked: "Is it appropriate to hug your bosses."

Ann said: "Probably not in most companies but in this company the answer is a definite yes."

She hugged us each in turn. Great hugs, great energy.

Marks on the floor behind the secretary's desk indicated that it had contained a row of legal size filing cabinets. We put in two regular filing cabinets and a table. 

We got a computer for her. We attached a pivoting monitor and three printers: an all-in-one monochrome laser, a color laser and a photo quality large bed ink jet. Later we would add an ink jet for monster prints.

Joyce often had chats with Ann and/or me. She asked many probing questions about the nature of the spiritual universe and our place in it. Spiritually she was blooming like a flower. It was beautiful to watch.

There was also a playful side to Joyce. She was fun to be around. She thought we were fun to be around. We continued to hug. She liked the idea that Ann and I were often nude upstairs.

At one point she asked: "Since I'm the upstairs maid. Should I get a 'French maid' costume?"

I told her only if she was on the pill. We both laughed.

One morning she asked me if I wanted her to pose. I said sure. I took some truly beautiful photographs. She asked me if I would photograph her in her bikini. I said yes. She went home over lunch hour and came back with two. One was moderately skimpy and the other was very skimpy. She had fun posing in each. She was getting playful. She started moving the suit so more and more was exposed. She stopped just short of exposing nipples and pussy. Beautiful girl with a beautiful figure. 

Over the next week she brought a variety of outfits to work just so I would have something to shoot. The clothes she wore to work were always totally business appropriate, tasteful but conservative. Some of what she brought in for our photo sessions was anything but. She had fun. We had fun.

At one point she said: "Maybe I should get that French maid outfit."

I told her to wear it without panties and plan to bend over a lot. We both laughed.

She found an on line class in corporate tax law. She took it. She was also working her way through the Khan academy. 

She kept both the office and the apartment spotless. She went out of her way to take care of little things, often things we had not even noticed.

Doctor's Appointment. 

I went to an appointment with my cardiologist. When I entered the office the check-in girls all noticed my weight loss. 

So did the lady who did my pacer check. I asked her what my EKG looked like with the pacemaker off. She turned it off and said that I had a perfectly normal waveform. I asked if she would reprogram it so that it would only cut in if needed. She thought that might be OK but wanted to clear it with the doctor first. 

I met with the doctor who was amazed at my weight loss and how my skin had tightened up. He asked how I did it and I told him it was a psychic healing. I asked him to do a thorough heart checkup. He said OK. I was due for a echocardiogram with my next visit so he moved it up to today. The technician was available. She started the test, stopped part way through and went to get my doctor. She told him that her test was showing a totally normal heart, one that had never had any heart disease. I was not surprised, he was.

He reduced the dosage on one of my medications and outlined a plan for me to stage by stage drop several of the others. He wanted to see how this worked out. He said that if I had any negative effects I should call him immediately, especially if I experienced any chest pain, even mild pain. He scheduled a radioactive stress test for me.

Life goes on. 

My wife and I continued to be able to talk about anything with the same level of openness we had on my first day back. Fil has always had a spiritual side, one of the things that attracted me to her when we first met all those decades ago but now this aspect of her nature was flowering. It was marvelous to watch. Her path and my path were somewhat different. We were able to honor each other's paths. There was a spiritual lesson in that too.

One intriguing thing about all of this for both of us was the extent that our fears had just fallen away. We were both living in the moment, living in the now, and it was serendipity.

Joyce discovered that one of storage cabinets in the basement actually contained a very sophisticated security system. It features multiple HD cameras, both visible light and thermal imaging covering all the entrances, the sides of the building, the garage, the parking lot as well as several cameras inside the building. The system has motion detector software feeding high capacity hard drives. Joyce went on line and downloaded the manuals. She soon had the system tied into our computer network and software loaded in our computers so we would be informed of anything the system found and could watch from any camera. There was also an additional six intercom boxes plus various lengths of cable for them.

We picked up three more inexpensive computers to run the security software. One each for the living room, kitchen and master bedroom.

Ann and I had Ivan and his wife over for dinner. Wonderful conversation. They are both really nice people.

Fil and Ann spent a good deal of time together, almost like mother and daughter. The bond of love both ways was obvious and also very beautiful. 

Fil and Joyce also hit it off well together.

My weight finally stabilized at 185 pounds, about ten pounds heavier than when I left college. I felt good, great energy. Best muscle tone in my entire life. I bought a whole new wardrobe.

I had the stress test and my heart appeared normal. No sign of scar tissue at all. My doctor said: "If I didn't know better I would swear that you never had a heart attack."

The next several months were busy. 

We filed all our original patents and eleven more. 

Ann's papers were published.

Ann took every final she could, limited only by exam scheduling, and aced them all, even chemistry. Ann took an overload class load for the first half of the summer program. At finals time she took every final she could schedule in.

Ann and I were getting an indication that Joyce was part of our spiritual family. We thought maybe we knew who in our expanded history. We did not tell her what we thought.

I purchased a background stand and three rolls of colored background paper for the studio. Both Ann and Joyce thought this was neat. I took many more pictures of both of them.

Vacations. 

Ann took Fil for a two week vacation in Europe. While Ann and Fil were in Europe Barb and Cindy came to visit me. 

I dropped Ann and Fil off at the airport in the morning and picked up Barb and Cindy in the afternoon. We went to the apartment. Barbara took the bedroom with the conventional king bed. Cindy took the one with the undamped water bed. Cindy went to change. Barb and I shared a delicious hug.

Cindy returned wearing a virtually transparent baby doll outfit. The top ended about three inches below her bosom. The panties featured an open crotch which framed her outer lips beautifully.

She said: "You like?"

I replied: "I like." We hugged.

Cindy dragged me off to her bed.

She said: "I'm wet, I've been wet since I got on the plane this morning."

I replied: "Cindy, I know you. You are always wet."

She laughed and said: "I get wet whenever I think of you, so I guess you're right."

We climbed into bed. She spread her legs wide open. I ran my hand over her and found she was right, she was really wet. We kissed as I caressed her there. She had her first orgasm within minutes. We were psychically linked as before and I got to enjoy her orgasms as if they were my own. Fortunately I was not ejaculating to them but it really made me want to be inside. I moved on top of her and entered her. She made happy sounds. She had orgasm after orgasm as I thrust away. Again, I found myself thinking of myself as a god making love to a goddess. We had the bed sloshing away. It was clear that she really liked that. Finally I started to ejaculate and that triggered her final overwhelming orgasm. Earth shattering for both of us. We lay there panting for a while before getting up and using the bidet. Cindy was thrilled with this and managed one more orgasm on it. Then we rejoined Barbara.

Barb looked at Cindy and commented: "Well, are you satiated?"

They both laughed before Cindy replied: "No, but it is a start."

We all laughed.

We fixed some food.

Cindy really enjoyed the studio lighting and the background paper. All told I added over three hundred pictures of Cindy and Barbara.

Barb and I made love once or twice each day. Sometimes it was merging and sometimes it was just wonderful sex.

Cindy was determined to wear me out. She is one sex charged girl. We made love two to four times each day. I was amazed at my stamina. After all I am in my seventies. Joyce walked in on us twice. The second time was anal. Joyce was incredibly embarrassed both times.

Cindy and I continued to have our low level merging but only when we were making love with each other. I found that I was relieved about this, both for my sake and for hers.

Joyce told me about a mind blowing experience that she had. She was at a loss for words to describe it other than to say it was wonderful. The timing just happened to coincide with Barbara and I doing our merging sex thing. 

I asked her if she felt loved. 

She replied: "Oh yes. More than I have ever felt before." 

Both Barb and I thought this was very interesting.

We started to get some consulting and design business. Some of it came from a surprising source. The chemistry professor that liked Ann so much put out the word in a number of unexpected places. Ann's QM approach brought some of it. I found it was fun to get back into design engineering. The parts were different, the trade offs were different but the underlying concepts were still the same and engineering is still applied economics.

Ann decided to buy the property. She did. 3i leases the office space. Ann charges a high rent.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 11



Chapter 11.

Pool. 

Ann decided that she wanted a swimming pool. I asked her what was wrong with the campus pool. She replied that we cannot go skinny-dipping in the campus pool. I decided that she had a point. 

We talked to a pool contractor and came up with a plan to build a small pool in the woods.

It was late in the season to build pools so the contractor was anxious for the work. The permitting is either a really big hassle or it goes right through without a hitch. Our's went through without a hitch. We cut a way in from the parking lot with a left turn in it so we had woods totally blocking any view of the pool. It was a small free form pool with a slide. Joyce suggested that we add a waterfall. We did. The pumps, filter and chlorinator were in a small shed built next to the pool. We made the filter pump/filter/skimmer oversize along with a bottom cleaner to handle the leaf problem we were sure to have. The pool had dual underwater lighting, both a white light and a rainbow color LED display system. We added a large solar panel to our building roof to heat the pool water. It all went in quickly. We added some hedge type plants and a fence to further insure privacy.

Ann and I would do our skinny-dipping late in the afternoon or in the evening. We had fun.

Joyce loved the pool and would often take a dip at lunch time. She would alternate bikinis. I took some shots of her cavorting in the pool. She occasionally worked on her tan by the pool.

I bought myself a waterproof camera and got lots of neat shots of both Joyce and Ann in the pool. That was fun.

One day I was in the pool with Joyce and my camera. She decided to use the slide. I was all set with the camera in burst mode. She decided to try it head first. She hit the water in a cloud of bubbles and as they cleared I discovered that her bottoms were below her knees. She had to pull them free in order to swim. I had gotten some interesting shots. When we broke the surface I found that she was laughing hysterically.

She said: "Did you get any good pictures?"

I replied: "I hope so." we both laughed. It turned out I did.

Later in the pool her top came off. I got some good pictures. I wondered if that may have been deliberate on her part. 

There seemed to be a subtle change in attitude in Joyce after the swimming 'accident.' She was a little more flirty, a little slower to change out of her bikini, a little more anxious to hug me, and the hugs lasted a little longer.

Two weeks later a package arrived for her. It was three very very skimpy bathing suits. She insisted on modeling them for me and wanted me to take lots of pictures both in the studio and in the pool. The first bikini barely covered the essentials and had a thong back. Joyce has a beautiful butt.

The second was a string bikini that didn't cover the essentials. She was showing pubic hair and the top barely covered her areolae. She asked me if I thought she should shave and I said no. I suggested that she should plan to not wear it in public even if she shaved.

The third suit was really not a bikini at all. Rather it was two elastic straps joined at the crotch. It went over each shoulder sort of covering each breast along the way. It was totally open on the sides. She insisted that I hug her in it. It was almost like hugging her nude. I found myself running my hand up and down her flank almost touching the side of her breast. Most of her back and upper buttocks was exposed. I caressed that too. This girl is getting awfully tempting.

Symposium .

One of the nearby colleges was having a guest lecture on the new QM based on the H. Schmidt- A.V. Wells paper. It was being given by an Ivy League professor and was open the public. Ivan, Ann and I all went.

Ann wanted to introduce herself to the speaker before the meeting. Ivan suggested that she not.

By five minutes into the presentation it was clear to me that this guy really did not understand the mathematics behind Ann's paper and therefore did not understand the paper either. Ivan just shook his head slightly and looked at Ann with a look of sympathy.

The professor fielded a number of questions from the audience. Usually in ways that confirmed my opinion of the man.

After one particularly glaring misrepresentation Ann raised her hand and very politely suggested a different explanation. 

The professor was clearly annoyed and gave a dismissive response.

At various times in the talk she tried again. She was always polite, more polite than I thought he deserved. Same sort of arrogant rejection. Finally he just stopped calling on her.

Ann finally just kept her hand up. The professor looked at her and asked: "Are you a graduate student or an undergrad?"

Ann responded: "Undergrad."

He then said: "You clearly do not have the background to read the Schmidt, Wells paper. So how dare you challenge me like this?"

Ann replied: "I have not only read the paper, I wrote it. I am A. V. Wells."

She received a standing ovation. Ivan just laughed as he clapped.

Ivan stood up. Most of the people present recognized him. He suggested that Ann give the rest of the presentation.

Ann delivered the rest of the talk.

She handled the questions with great poise.

The Ivy League professor sat to one side with a scowl on his face.

A number of people in the audience wanted to talk with Ann afterwards. Several turned into consulting business.

Fall term. 

It was time for the colleges fall terms. Ann received her dorm room assignment. 

Just before she had to move in we were visited by Mary and Barbara and also by Connie and her parents. 

Barbara and Connie were going to the same school and would be living in the same dorm but had decided not to be roomettes.

Barbara had the family Mercedes loaded to the gunnels with "stuff" for college.

Connie's parents had a minivan. Connie had it well loaded too.

Both Barbara and Connie left some of their stuff with Ann.

We had a big dinner around the large conference table. Ann fixed it with Barbara's help. The wheeled carts made moving the place settings and food easy. Fil joined us and we all had a wonderful time. Fil and Mary ended up next to each other.

They stayed overnight at the apartment. Much to Mary's disappointment I went home for the night. Connie's father, Bill, did not know about any of the sexual goings on and Connie wanted it to stay that way. Nonetheless it was nice to meet Connie's parents: Marion and Bill. We had a fairly long conversation. Some of it quite deep. I found out later that Marion knew about her daughter and I and actually approved of me. She saw the changes in her daughter and liked what she saw.

Mary was hoping for some "private time."

I told Mary: "There will be other times."

She sighed and agreed. Mary at least got some delicious hugs. 

Everybody liked Joyce. I had a conversation with Barbara about how Ann and I felt she was part of our spiritual family. Barbara was definite as to who it was. Ann and I had been correct.

Everybody used the pool.

I did not see Ann for the next week. This was the longest time without our telepathic link since we first found it. Between Freshman orientation activities and all the rest Ann was flat out. She had signed up for a full class load. Ann was living in the dorm with a roommate named Janet.

I had just finished a project for one client and did not have another although there were several in the works that needed to 'ripen.'

Talking with Joyce. 

Joyce and I sat around and talked. She had discovered the sacred sexuality books and was very interested.

We talked about that for a while. She liked my "Is Sacred Sex Possible" essay.

She told me about her love life and how it had taken a down turn. She had broken up with one guy four months before and had met nobody since.

I commented that it is either feast or famine. I told her that Fil and I had been sexually inactive for twenty years and then I met the Wells family. She laughed and said that I have been having a feast ever since. I explained how I met the Wells family. She was very intrigued by the idea of synchronicity and the idea of souls reconnecting over lifetimes. 

This brought me to bring up what Ann and I were thinking and how Barbara had confirmed it.

I got out a copy of our history and helped her find the relevant entries. We read several entries together. 

She said: "This feels right." 

I said: "One thing I have noticed is that much of the drama of our lives is taking place over multiple lifetimes and that the more a person can stay focused on the spiritual purpose behind that drama the more that person will find that love is the core of the whole thing. A soul will often take on a very painful role to help a friend with a spiritual lesson."

She said: "Do souls ever take on loving roles when they are otherwise committed?" 

I asked: "What do you mean by 'otherwise committed?' "

She answered: "Married, in a committed relationship, stuff like that."

I replied: "Sure, lots of times and for lots of reasons. Some are growing, some not."

She asked: "How about you. I know you are having sex with Ann, Barbara and Cindy. Are the reasons growing?"

I responded: "You can add Mary and Connie to the list and yes I believe in every case it is growing for everyone involved."

I proceeded to tell the story of my involvement with each of the Wells girls and with Connie.

I then explained how I didn't know what would happen with my wife when I came home but things did turn out beautifully for everyone involved.

When I finished her comment took the form of a large hug.

She said: "I just hope I meet someone like you."

I rerplied: "Don't worry. You have everything going for you: looks, personality, charm and spiritual awareness. Nonetheless you might want to keep this thought in mind: 'When in doubt- raise your standards.' "

She hugged me again.

She said: "I have a question which may not be a proper question so if it is not can we pretend I never asked it?"

I said: "OK."

She asked: "I know it is sexual harassment for a boss to hit on an employee but is it also sexual harassment for an employee to hit on the boss?"

I replied: "I don't know what the law says but I think if the relationship was really right the question would never come up and if it did the employee would be well advised to find another job."

She said: "I love you." Then she kissed me full on the lips.

She smiled and said: "I hope that did not just cost me my job."

I replied: "No it didn't but are you sure you want to go there?"

She smiled: "I'm willing to be part of your harem. I've watched you with Ann. The love you share is obvious. Then I see you with Barbara and then Cindy and it is obvious there too. You even love your wife." she paused. "That's a weird thing to say isn't it. But perhaps normal when a married man has a mistress or in your case more than one."

I smiled and said: "The funny part of that is that I love my wife far more because of the Wells girls."

She replied: "The funny part of that is that I believe you. I know that is who you are and that's part of why I love you."

Continuing: "You are so casual with your love, it just pours out of you and you are so informal in other ways too. I've walked in on you and Ann just sitting in your living room upstairs naked together and both of you act like it is perfectly normal. I even walked in on you with Barbara and Cindy naked. When that happens I wish I had the courage to get naked too. Instead I haven't had the courage to buy a french maid costume. I did go on the pill however.

"I also know that you love me. You go out of your way to help me in many ways that have nothing to do with the job. You support my taking on line classes even when they would have no impact on my job. You take time to answer my questions about them. My entire spiritual outlook has turned around because of you and Ann. Both of you love me. You have me thinking that love is spiritual at its core."

I commented: "It is and the other way around too. The center of the spiritual is love."

She said: "I've watched how you guys think. You work to be fair with everybody. You care about everybody. You bring your spirituality to everything you do. That is why I know I am safe with you. The man I want to take my virginity is a man that thinks like you do. You are the only one I have found."

I said: "Careful there. There are a whole lot of reasons why it is a bad idea to sleep with the boss and a whole lot of reasons why it is a bad idea for a boss to sleep with an employee. To begin with there is or should be a natural equality between lovers while the employer - employee relationship is naturally unequal. Likewise a lover's spat, something that happens in most relationships can affect the work environment. It often forces one or both participants to leave the firm.

She asked: "Have you and Ann ever had a spat?"

I replied: "No we haven't but we are telepathic with each other and therefore have no secrets. I'm not sure but maybe that prevents spats or maybe we have just been lucky so far."

She said: "You two create your own luck."

Then she said: "It's after four. The office is closed. Can we go for a dip in the pool together?"

I asked: "What will you wear?"

She answered: "My string bikini unless you would prefer the two straps one. You can bring your camera."

She locked the office doors. 

We went our respective ways to change. We always wore outer clothing on our way to the pool.

She returned wearing a tee shirt and shorts.

Pool together. 

We went to the pool. I brought my camera, mask and schnorkel. 

She peeled down to her string bikini. I down to my bathing suit.

We hopped into the pool. Then we hugged.

We held each other for perhaps another thirty seconds. It wasn't sexual - it was loving.

She said: "Pictures."

I donned my mask and schnorkel, picked up my camera and slowly submerged. I was greeted by a very nice view and snapped several pictures. She slowly walked into deeper water. I was snapping away. She moved off in a breast stroke for several strokes and then dove under. She did a series of underwater loops and other maneuvers. She was having fun and it showed. She frolicked in and under the water for perhaps fifteen minutes. She had a certain difficulty keeping the suit on. I caught it all. Thank God for digital cameras with large memories. Some of what she did was erotic, all of it was beautiful.

Finally we moved to shallow water and hugged again. My overwhelming emotion was pure joy. The same seemed to be true of Joyce. I thought: 'Joyce - Joy, Joy- Joyce. OK.'

We toweled off. We stayed playful. Her suit, what there was of it, dried very quickly. She dried her hair with the hair dryer we kept in the shed.

Things unfold. 

Then we put on our outerwear and returned indoors. She peeled down to her bikini. We sat together on the living room sofa. She leaned back and smiled.

I looked at her and said: "A penny for your thoughts."

She replied: "No real thoughts. I'm just in a happy space."

She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

She said: "I have a great boss, a better friend and hopefully eventually a lover."

I replied: "Let's take it slow."

She responded: "I know. ... Still another reason to love you."

She moved to place her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her such that my hand was resting on her upper arm. We were relaxed.

She went: "mmmm." It was a sound of contentment, not arousal. I kissed the top of her head.

Eventually she said: "I suppose I should go home." It was about 5:30.

We dressed, shared another long hug and went home for the night.

After dinner I read the descriptions of all of our intersecting past lives. Joyce and I did not seem to have any significant karma to resolve. What karma there was appeared to be merit not demerit. Then I read the intersecting lives of Joyce and Ann. Here again there did not seem to be any significant karmic issues.

Then I read the histories of her last few lives. She seemed to be working on perfecting love.

I got very quiet, finally entering a deep meditative state. I held it for almost an hour. 

When I returned to normal I knew Joyce was here to work on unconditional love. I also knew that she was here to support Ann and I in our mission, whatever that is. Still no answer to that one. Still no answer as to the purpose of 3i either.

I felt really good about my day with Joyce.

The next morning I copied the pictures into both my laptop and my desktop computers. Joyce and I looked at them on my large monitors. Later we projected them onto the movie screen in the large conference room. That was awesome. We went back and viewed many other photographs that way. She was amazed at some of the nudes. She asked me if Barbara's boobs were real. I assured her that they were. She said: "Wow."

We chose several of the really good portraits and printed them 11x14. Joyce framed them and hung them in the hall. 

We talked about the past life history book. She had read even more of her history than I did. This caused her to feel pretty good about herself. She said that it explained a lot about her fears growing up. She liked my ideas about her dharma. By the end of this conversation I felt a much stronger bond to her. I suspect that she felt a much stronger bond to me.

Joyce and I went swimming at lunch hour. She wore or maybe I should say 'sort of wore' the two straps suit. Again lots of pictures, lots of fun for both of us.

After four she changed into her string bikini. We sat together on the sofa and talked for over an hour. It was relaxed and comfortable. Part of the time she again was resting her head on my shoulder. Our bond of love was growing but we were keeping it non sexual.

The next morning a project came in and I got busy, very busy.

We still managed some after four time. Some wonderful talks. She generally wore either her string bikini or the two straps suit. We kept it loving but non-sexual.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 12



Driving in Snow is an exploration of spiritually based sexuality and the power of synchronicity.

This story is hard to characterize. It clearly fits in Mature, Erotic Couplings, First Time - several times over. Romance and even a unique form of Group Sex. There is enough nudity to add Exhibitionists and voyeurs and even some anal. It is long so I put it in Novels. What I hope is that it will inspire enough other writers to write spiritually based stories that we can add a new category of 'Spiritual Erotica.'

Note: I am saying spiritually based not religiously based.

This work is a continuation of "Driving in Snow." If you have not read the previous chapters please do so before reading this. Otherwise many aspects and characters here will not make sense. Besides it is a nice read.

I have recently made a number of small tweaks to chapters 1-7. One that matters is that Barbara perforrmed a laying on of hands on Matt to improve his heart, weight and other health issues. Another is that Mary's uncle left the Wells family a significant fortune when he died.

Chapter 12.

I met Ann at the office Saturday morning. Our hug on greeting was scrumptious.

We made really big waves in the waterbed with almost no foreplay. We just couldn't wait and besides we were both ready, really ready. Afterwards we just held each other gently, lovingly. We telepathically filled each other in on the past week. She had quite a week. She was very pleased about Joyce. She was seeing spiritual growth for both Joyce and I in what was going on. I found that I loved Ann more than ever. She found that she loved me more than ever.

We spent most of the day working on the project that had come in. I was glad for her expertise.

About 3 we took a break. She got dinner started. Her roommate would be joining us. Then we went for a dip in the pool. We had fun. Afterwards I gave Ann a massage. She sent me a great big: "Life is good" message.

We sat in the living room and necked until it was time for her to go get her roommate.

While she was on her errand, I set the table and finished dinner preparations. I had just finished when the girls arrived.

Meeting Janet.

Ann introduced us. Janet offered her hand. I thought of kissing it but Ann caught the thought and warned me off. Instead we shook hands. Her grip was firm. I could sense that she was feeling defensive. She was running with her psychic shields fully up. I wondered just what had happened to her to cause such a strong reaction.

Janet was about six feet tall. Beautiful face with a curly brunette halo. Dimples in her cheeks. She seemed well muscled, Subtle curves everywhere, full C cups.

We sat down to dinner. The conversation stayed light. I found out that she ran track and also fenced. I had the feeling she would be good at both. Absolutely no mention of her love life. It was like that was a topic to be avoided. Ann had not mentioned that we were lovers to Janet. I did not break the news. Janet saw us as business partners and with this meeting we were introducing the idea that we were also very good friends.

After dinner Ann took her on the grand tour. The closet doors were closed. No hints given that I lived there too. Red lights flashed within Janet when she saw the massage table. She asked who gave who massages. We said we did. Janet became even more wary.

We took her on a tour of the office. We skipped the smaller conference room. Janet found it interesting that we were sharing a working office when it would have been easier to just have separate ones. We explained that we really did work together.

Ann mentioned the pool but we did not go to it.

We moved back to the living room and talked for several more hours. The conversation was essentially similar to the dinnertime conversation. By the end of the evening Janet was becoming somewhat more relaxed around me.

The girls went back to the dorm. I went home.

The Next Week and beyond.

Sunday we met at the office and worked most of the day on the project. We had dinner together and then went for a dip in the pool. We did not stay long as biting bugs were out.

We decided to get the pool screened and wondered if it would be possible to have it done in such a way that the screens could be covered in plastic to make it a greenhouse. We decided that this might get us a month or two of additional use in the fall and spring. On Monday I turned Joyce loose to research this.

Joyce planned it with extra space at one end, I asked her: "Why?"

She replied: "That is for the hot tub and the fireplace we will add later."

We talked about the fireplace trying to decide how to do it. We considered a free standing metal fireplace and a brick one. We finally decided on a metal fireplace feeding a brick chimney.

In two weeks it was installed, including the brick chimney. It was even better than I had expected. Joyce has the makings of an engineer. We added a camera watching the pool to the security system.

I spent the week working on the project. Ann was in and out helping when she could. We managed to make love twice.

Ann and Janet talk.

Ann and Janet were getting to know each other but Janet was still not sharing anything about her rather obvious emotional wounds. Ann told her about her experiences in high school and about meeting me.

Ann started feeling Janet out about her spiritual views. Janet had never really thought about such things and had adopted a very materialist worldview, assuming that this was the scientific view. Ann patiently explained why such a view was really based in obsolete science. Janet, like most high school science graduates had no real exposure to the mysterious side of quantum physics and the philosophical ramifications thereof.

Ann brought out one of the tragedies of modern science in the west. We tend to use the equations of quantum mechanics without looking at the question of what is the reality behind them. Quantum physics demolishes the old worldview without providing a single reasonable alternative. Instead we have a number of possible entries. All of which appear absurd at first glance. This is a hard problem but it is an important problem. The old worldview destroyed belief in traditional religion. Several of the possible new worldviews are quite compatible with what is emerging as a spirituality based in personal mystical experience.

Ann gave Janet a lot to chew on and Janet did indeed chew away. They had some truly fascinating discussions. Sometimes it was just the two of them but many times others were involved as well. There were a series of discussions in one of the lounge areas in their dorm. One of the regulars was a fellow named Ron. He was soaking up the ideas presented like a sponge. Brian and Alex were also regulars but were slower to accept the ideas presented.

Sometimes Ann filled me in on these discussions and other times we were in telepathic connection.

One time Janet asked Ann how she thought the universe worked. That launched a wild set of discussions.

As this was going on Joyce and I were getting closer. We started necking a little but only while fully dressed. She would still spend time in a bathing suit but we kept that non-sexual. It was surprisingly easy to do that.

Joyce was a happy person at heart. I decided that she had an appropriate name. I started to occasionally call her Joy. She thought that was neat. It tended to get me extra hugs.

Ann's talks with Janet continued. Ann was bringing out the idea that what happens in the physical world is a reflection of what is happening at the higher levels. Likewise she explained that much of what happens between people is actually a slice of a much larger drama taking place over many lifetimes. She said: "Matt found one description that he really likes: 'This is a play within a play which is inside a play. The lowest level sees a world full of suffering and unfairness. The next level, the level of souls, sees a very different picture. With an awareness of multiple lifetimes justice is inherent and the whole thing becomes very loving. The third level is very abstract. It is divinity unfolding.' "

Ann explained how we travel in groups, how the groups find each other and how most of our karma stays in the group. Ann talked about the power of synchronicity and how she no longer believed in coincidence.

Janet asked: "Are you saying that you and I being roommates is synchronistic?"

Ann replied: "Almost certainly but I don't know the details yet. We may even be part of the same spiritual family. We have amassed a great deal of information about the past life history of my spiritual family. I wrote a book about it before I met Matt. Both Matt and his wife are in it. In fact Matt's wife is sort of my best friend over many lifetimes. That book is being published. After I met Matt we expanded the work greatly. It now covers many hundreds of lifetimes and a great many people.

"Would you like to read my book? I suggest you start with the shorter work."

Janet said yes and Ann printed her a copy.

Over the next few days Janet read "Interconnections." She loved it.

Ann was getting to spend more time at 3i. She often used her office computer for her homework. She liked the big monitors and the good printers. Some of her time was working on 3i projects, some on class-work and some was recreational. Occasionally she would sleep over. It is always nice to cuddle up with Ann. Especially after marvelous lovemaking. Just when we thought our bond of love could not possibly get any stronger it was.

Ann and Janet had some long talks about "Interconnections" and the implications of all of this. She was beginning to see the power of synchronicity. Ann wrote the book and Matt showed up. Ann explained that it was love at first sight. She explained how we became lovers and how I tried to talk her out of it. She also explained how we became telepathic and the trust that came with it. She explained how we had come to trust each other utterly.

Janet began to cry. She said: "Trust is my issue."

Then she opened up about what happened a year before. She had been dating Bob for over a year. She really loved him and she thought that he loved her. He certainly claimed he did. Their sex play had advanced from necking to light petting and on to heavy petting. She was willing to 'go all the way' but had not explicitly said so although she had given some broad hints. They had gone to a party and Bobby slipped something into her drink. She had passed out and Bob was undressing her when she was rescued by two of her girlfriends. Bobby tried to explain it later saying that she owed him sex and that he was not sure that she would give it to him. She felt totally betrayed, totally manipulated, totally used. She had not gone on a date since. She was thinking that when she did start dating again she would try to use guys the way Bobby used her. Pretending to care while being totally out for herself.

Ann said: Oh? Is that who you are?"

Janet answered: "Not really. But I'm scared. So scared. Is it unreasonable to want to feel loved? I don't know if I will ever feel that I can trust a guy again."

She started to sob. Ann gave her a big hug.

She ended with: "Ann, you sure are lucky to have found Matt, even though he is an old man."

Ann said: "Yes I am but that is bringing us together for a spiritual mission. We are both sure of that although we do not as yet have any idea what it is. We also do not understand what 3i is all about.

"I want to address the issue of profane sex and sacred sex. Your ex-boyfriend was after profane sex, very profane sex. By going there he was missing out on something truly wonderful."

She told the old Chinese story of the sacred bird who would migrate between the northern jade green mountain and the southern jade green mountain, subsisting only on the nectar of a sacred plant that only grew on the two mountains. As he was flying along he passed over an owl chewing on a dead rat. The owl screeched at the sacred bird to stay away from his prize.

Janet commented: "I was the dead rat."

Ann said: "Yes you were and you now have the choice to be the sacred nectar or the dead rat."

Janet replied: "I thought I was."

Ann responded: "Really?"

Janet then replied: "I guess not. We were out for a good time."

Ann said: "Become the sacred nectar and the sacred bird will find you."

Jan asked: "Can it really work like that?"

Ann replied: "Matt found me didn't he. I need to tell you the story of Pierre and Suzanne."

She told the story, including how Matt was sending love to his 'mystery girl.'

Janet asked: "Aren't you jealous of Matt sleeping with Connie."

Ann answered: "No. I know that the love Matt shares with Connie magnifies his love for me. I had better tell you that I asked him to sleep with my sisters too. He does and also my mom. When love becomes sacred it sometimes works like that.

Janet asked: "How do you make love sacred?

Ann answered: "True love is inherently sacred at its core. The trick is knowing when it is true love. Then nurturing that core. Allowing that core to nurture you. Likewise sex often confuses the issue but sex can be sacred too."

Janet asked: "How do you make sex sacred?"

Ann replied: "Let me give you an essay Matt wrote. It is titled: 'Is Sacred Sex Possible?' "

Ann printed a copy out. She than printed a number of my other works.

Ann said: "It is getting late and I have some homework due in the morning so shall we continue this tomorrow. Tell you what: Would you like to have dinner with Matt and I again?

Janet said: "OK."

Another Dinner.

Joyce looked forward to meeting Ann's roommate.

Ann and Janet arrived about 4:30. Janet was showing a very pretty navel. I was careful not to look too much.

Janet got to meet Joyce who was being her usual friendly and cheerful self. We all chatted for a while. Joyce filled Ann in on some company business. Joyce left at 5:00.

Janet asked: "Where did you ever find her?"

Ann asked: "Why do you ask?"

Janet said: "I've never met anyone who was as enthusiastic about life. She just radiates joy."

I said: "Yep. That's our Joy. Seriously though - With an ad in the paper."

Ann said: "This is an example of the law of attraction."

I explained that this law takes two forms which seem contradictory but really are not. First: like attracts like as in matter attracts matter with a force we call gravity and second: things attract which create balance as in male and female attracting each other.

We ended up talking about this law all through dinner.

Janet asked: "So how do I attract love into my life?"

I answered: "By being loving yourself. By allowing yourself to become so loving that it is not something that you do but just who you are."

She responded: "But how do I find someone to love? What happens if they don't respond?"

I replied: "Love everybody all the time and don't expect them to respond. Be thankful for those that do but be OK with those that don't."

Ann said: "You need to meet my sister Barbara. She radiates love. Also get to know Matt better - he literally radiates love sometimes."

I leaned over and kissed Ann on the cheek: "Thanks hon."

Janet said: "That's sweet."

Ann said: "He's a sweet man."

Janet said: "Be careful, I may try and steal him."

Ann replied: "Not possible but be nice and you might get to share him. Matt has enough love to go around."

I said: "Actually I find that the more I love the more I can and do love. Maybe love is like a gas, it expands to fill its container. It does not follow the gas law however: the more it expands the higher its pressure."

Ann said to me: "Matt, give her a hug."

I turned to Janet and asked: "Would you like a hug?"

She looked questioningly at Ann then back to me: "I'm not sure."

I took Ann in my arms for a really nice hug. We melted together.

Ann looked at Janet: "That's how we hug."

I repeated my question to Janet: "Would you like a hug?"

She asked: "Like that?"

I replied: "If you want."

She stood and entered my arms. She was tense at first but gradually relaxed. She was wearing a bare midriff outfit and I really enjoyed my hand caressing her lower back. She started to cry. I brought her head to my shoulder and just held her gently. One hand at her shoulder blades. The other gently holding the back of her head, caressing her hair. We stayed like that for several minutes. Finally we separated.

She said: "Thank you."

Ann handed her a tissue. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose.

She said: "Oh wow."

We sat down. I took her hand and held it gently in both of mine. I looked deeply into her eyes and waited.

I could feel her defenses coming down. She was feeling safe with me. Finally she smiled.

I said: "Are you OK now?"

She replied: "No, but I'm a whole lot better. ... You guys are giving me a whole lot to think about. Would you hug me again and this time I will try to hug you back."

I stood. She came into my arms. The hug was delicious. Her body felt very good against mine. She was pressing into my chest but all I could feel was her bra. When we separated she had a big grin on her face.

She said: "I've never had a hug like that before."

Ann asked: "Did you like it?"

Janet replied: "Oh yeah."

She turned to Ann and asked: "Would you really be willing to share him?"

Ann replied: "It would be up to Matt but yes I would."

Janet then asked: "Would you really be OK with us fucking?"

I came in here: "I would not. Making love -yes. Fucking - no. Sharing the sacred flame - definitely yes."

Janet said: "The act is the same."

I replied: "Yes but the intention and the spiritual energy are very different and that makes all the difference."

We talked about this well into the evening. Janet was beginning to understand a great deal.

As the girls were getting ready to leave Ann said to me: "Why don't you call Barb later. Get her to sing you a song."

I replied: "Excellent idea."

I gave each of them a hug as a send off.

An hour later I called Barbara. I explained what was going on and she happily sang our song. Our merging was unusually intense and I found myself radiating love intensely. I knew Janet was now in the list of recipients. The girls from my past were there but at a much lower intensity. We held this for about 15 minutes.

Both Ann and Janet had been asleep. Both woke up. When it was over they discussed what had just happened into the wee hours of the morning. Janet felt truly loved for the first time in her life.

The Next day.

When I got to the office Joyce was already there. She gave me an especially joyous hug and thanked me for the big dose of psychic love she had received the night before.

Ann came to the office early and we made love. With our telepathic bond in place we shared our experiences with Janet. That was quite a session. Afterwards she headed back for a class. We shut down our telepathic link. Normally Ann found the link distracting in class so we routinely shut it down before her classes. There were times when we deliberately left it up but they were relatively rare.

I sat and thought about Janet. I gradually drifted from thinking about Janet into a meditation. I held it for about half an hour. I came out of it suddenly. That is unusual for me.

Two minutes later a client called.

After the call Joyce came in and rubbed my neck and shoulders. Felt good.

Joyce had detected a fundamental unhappiness in Janet. She asked about her. She also wanted to know if there was anything she could do to help. I said she should just continue to be her normal joyous self. I told her that Janet had commented on that and that she was acting as an existence proof about happiness for her. She asked about the meaning of the phrase: 'existence proof.'




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I explained: "An existence proof is showing that something is possible by pointing out an actual example."

Joyce said: "I'm glad to be her existence proof."

Then she said: "Matt, you are a good man. I love you."

We kissed. Then we kissed some more. It turned into French kisses. For the first time I found myself caressing her breast through her clothing. We were both panting when we stopped. Joyce was getting way past just tempting. She went back to her desk.

I tried to get some work done. The report was almost finished. It was due the end of next week but we would get some 'brownie points' for early delivery. I was unsuccessful.

At lunch time Joyce came back in. She looked a little different. Then I realized that she was not wearing a bra. We hugged. She felt good, very good.

I brought one hand up to caress a breast. After a few moments she stepped back slightly and pulled her top up above her breasts. I caressed both for a minute then leaned in to kiss them. I suckled on one nipple and it grew really long, long and sensitive. She was going wild. I gave the other one a similar treatment. She was in ecstacy.

She removed her top and sat on my lap. We continued to pet for most of the hour. We broke for lunch.

I did manage to get some work done that afternoon. Not much but some.

At four Joyce and I moved to the upstairs living room. We discussed where we were going. She made it clear that she hoped that we would soon be lovers. She wanted it to be a celebration of life and a celebration of love.

She said: "I want to demonstrate to you just how much I love you. My soul wants to dance with your soul. I want to touch the best in you with the best inside me. I want to stand together with you on that high mountaintop and send love to the entire world."

We hugged. It was getting harder to keep these sessions non sexual. She left at five.

I decided to stay late and try to get some of the work done that I had not managed to do earlier. I really wanted to get this project shipped. I fixed myself a quick dinner.

About 7 my cell phone rang. It was Ann. She asked me where I was and was pleased to find that I was still in the office. She had homework on her office computer and Janet wanted to meet with me. I said OK and the girls arrived in about ten minutes.

Ann went to work on her office computer while Janet and I went upstairs to the living room.

Janet.

She gave me a big hug, grinding herself into me. She was still wearing a bra but this was a much softer one. It felt nice.

We sat and talked about her experience the night before. She asked me how I did it. I told her that I didn't know, that sometimes it happens when Barb and I are psychically melding. She asked about that too. We talked about that for a while.

She said: "I wish I could meld with you too."

I replied: "Maybe some day, or some lifetime, you will."

She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. We necked for a while. She was comfortable in my arms.

She said: "For the first time in my life: I feel overdressed."

I asked: "Why?"

She answered: "The funny part is that I don't know. I'm thinking about last night and how loved I felt. Somehow I want to feel free, to be unencumbered. Does that make any sense at all?"

I replied: "Yes it does actually. Ann and I often stay nude together. Nudity does not need to be sexual. Sometimes, of course, it is. Sometimes it is just being loving. Sometimes it is saying: 'I trust you.' "

She looked at me intensely. Then she asked: "I want to say 'I trust you' in a profound way. Would you be comfortable with me naked?"

I said: "Yes."

She pulled her top over her head and unfastened her bra. Then she stood up and pushed her pants and panties down. She stepped out of them and went: "Ta Da." She then sort of danced in a circle.

She was a very beautiful young lady. Medium large breasts with large areolae. Her nipples were erect and large. Wonderful curves everywhere. Shaved pubes. Large outer lips. Dimples above her ass.

We hugged again. Then I started unbuttoning my shirt. She dropped to her knees and unfastened my belt. Soon I was nude too. We hugged still again. I had a full erection when we finished.

She said: "Oh my. I like that. May I touch it."

I nodded. She ran her fingers lightly over my shaft.

Then she sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to her. I sat down and she was in my arms again.

She said: "Ann is right, nude hugs with you are wonderful."

She took my head in her hands and began kissing me hungrily. We shifted into french kissing and we were soon both breathing hard. The aroma of sex was filling the air. I started caressing a breast. She moved to straddle my lap. I sucked on her nipples. She was insatiable. I stroked a very wet pussy. It was pussy not yoni. She exploded in orgasm.

She said: "Put it in."

I replied: "Not yet."

She asked: "Why not?"

I answered: "Because it would not be sacred yet and if and when we have sex I want it to be a sacred act. Anything less would be a disservice to both of us."

She said: "You have more self control then I thought was possible for a guy to have."

I replied: "You don't know how close I am to just shoving it in."

She stood up. Her hair was disheveled and her juices were running down the inside of her thighs. She looked sexy as hell. My cock throbbed.

I willed myself to calm down. She sat down next to me, not touching.

I looked deep into her eyes. It was like I was seeing her soul. She was looking just as deeply into mine. I found loving energy flowing through me again. It was going to Janet, Ann, Barbara, Joyce and my wife. We held hands. We stayed like this for perhaps ten minutes. I found that I was being distracted by my lingam. Now it was lingam not cock.

She rose wordlessly, still looking into my eyes and settled astride me. I moved forward on the sofa. She lined up her yoni with my lingam and settled onto it. It truly was lingam and yoni. I was really stretching her open as she settled. She rose and fell, swivelled her hips and squeezed me tight inside. All the while we were looking deep into each other's eyes. All while I was sending love. Eventually I reached orgasm. Pulsing and pulsing into her. My orgasm triggered hers. Her vagina spasmed wonderfully. She collapsed onto me. I held her for what seemed like a long time but was actually probably a minute or two.

She stood up in an unsteady manner and dropped onto the sofa next to me.

She took my hand in hers and said: "Thank you."

We sat looking into each other's eyes but this was different. Instead of spiritual connection there was contentment.

Eventually she said that she needed to clean up. I suggested that she try the bidet. I had to show her how to use it. She really liked it.

I asked her why she shaved. She explained that Bobby asked her to and she got in the habit.

She found that she liked it that way. Also she said: "Now I can wear any bikini I want." She then asked if I liked it that way. I said yes and gave her a gentle caress there.

I asked: "I should have asked this long before now but are you on the pill?"

She answered: "No I'm not but I will be taking Plan B when I get back to the dorm and besides I should be in the infertile part of my cycle. If you had known that earlier would you still have made love with me?"

I answered: "I hope not, but the pull was incredibly strong. Especially with the psychic link. Still I am worried: As I understand it Plan B is only about 70% effective. If you are pregnant I hope you would not get an abortion."

We talked about that for a short while.

The phone rang. It was Barbara. She said: "Don't worry. She's not pregnant."

I asked Barb: "How do you know what just happened, that she wasn't protected and that we were worrying about it?"

Barbara replied: "I just know and as I said: 'She isn't pregnant.' "

I explained that that was Ann's very psychic sister and what she said.

Janet said: "That has me believing in psychics."

We redressed and went downstairs. Ann was just finishing up.

I shared a long hug with Ann. I whispered to her: "I had her or more correctly: She had me."

Ann whispered back: "I know." then she kissed me.

I thought: 'Does everybody know all our secrets here?' At the same time I felt very loved, by everybody.

I hugged Janet again.

As they walked out the door Janet said to Ann: "Tonight, I was the sacred nectar."

When I got home my wife gave me an extra big hug. Then she went to bed.

I was still too wound up to go to bed right away.

To be continued



Driving in Snow Ch. 13



Chapter 13.

Another day.

I stopped at a drug store on my way to the office and bought a package of condoms. First time in over fifty years. That felt weird.

When I arrived at the office Joyce was already there. She greeted me with a big hug and an extra bright smile.

She said: "Something extra special happened here last night. What was it?"

I replied: "You're right but how do you know?"

She answered: "You were sending love again but this time it ended in an orgasm."

Then she asked: "Janet?"

I said yes.

She said: "Good."

She then said: "There is something else. The vibration here is different this morning. When I came in I had the strongest urge to dance naked around the place. It is especially strong upstairs in the living room."

I said: "When I came in I felt joy. Joy and a sense of completion. This is a happy place today."

She replied: "Oh boy. Is it ever."

I said: "Yes and we could play but I really want to get my project finished."

She went to her desk, I went to my desk.

I found that I could really concentrate. The report was coming together beautifully.

At one point I heard the sound of a delivery man making a delivery. I stayed focused on my task.

By eleven I had finished it. I printed a copy for Ann to review. I also gave it to Joyce to copy edit.

I sat back in my chair and relaxed. After a minute I decided to go upstairs and really relax. I went into the living room and put some soft music on the sound system. My mind wanted to call it a stereo but that is really not the right name for a 7.1 system.

I relaxed on the couch. I noticed that Joyce had cleaned the cushions this morning. Thorough girl - our Joyce.

Ann came in. She pulled off her clothes and danced around the room. We hugged. She pulled off my clothes and we hugged again. I put on a waltz. We danced together. Joy, pure joy.

We sat and necked for a while. It is always good to have Ann in my arms.

During a lull Ann said: "You found exactly the right thing for Janet last night. She now sees love in a spiritual context. Her personality is opening to her soul in an amazing way. As you say: 'Miracles happen when you allow them.' You do good work as well as good works. Love you - honey."

She kissed me enthusiastically. I felt loved, very loved.

The CD I was playing ended. I got up to insert another and noticed that it was a few minutes after noon. I asked Ann if she wanted lunch.

We were starting to head for the kitchen when Joyce appeared, wearing a very sexy French maid costume.

The body of the costume seemed to be a black bustier with a frilly white piece covering her breasts. The skirt was very short and was flared way out. A small white apron adorned the front of the skirt. Black stockings held up by what appeared to be a black garter belt and black heels added to the effect. She held a feather duster in her hand.

She was grinning ear to ear.

She bent over and pretended to dust the coffee table. She was wearing frilly white panties over the garter belt.

She looked at me and said: "I thought you might want to take the panties off yourself."

Ann was about ready to burst out laughing and said: "Matt, I think you'd better."

Joyce backed up toward me still bent over. I slid her panties down. She stepped out of them. She wiggled her butt at me and then stood up. The skirt was flared enough that when bent over she was displaying her essentials in all their glory.

She asked: "What do you think? Am I dressed properly to be your maid?"

Both Ann and I nodded.

Joyce then said: "Actually it needs one more adjustment."

She pulled the white frilly piece free from her breasts. The bustier was now sort of acting as a shelf supporting her breasts. Her nipples were fully hard.

She said: "You like?"

We agreed: "We like."

We all laughed. Joyce got two big hugs.

We went to fix lunch. Joyce was beaming.

She was grinning ear to ear through the whole lunch.

Joyce said: "A while ago you explained that one reason not to make love with me was that lovers should be equals while employer - employees aren't. That got me thinking. I have great respect for both of you and I know that you have great respect for me. You have respect for my skills as an employee, for me as a human being and even more for me as a spiritual being. That has a natural equality. You nurture me. You push me to take care of things I have never done before. You let me have my head so to speak but at the same time I know you are always there to help me if I need it. You nurture my mind. You encourage me to learn new things. Most important of all: You nurture my soul. I have never met anyone who cared about my soul's development like you two, not my parents, certainly not my priest. You encourage me to grow but never try to force it. Thank you both.

"We also trust each other. You trust me with a great deal of responsibility here and I try my best to live up to that trust. You trust me to keep your secrets. I trust you to have my interests at heart. I also trust you not to abuse my trust in you. Look at us now. You are both sitting here nude and I am sitting here showing off what matters. There is trust in this - both ways. Isn't that a natural equality.

"Any French maid's costume is obviously meant to be flirtatious, playful, provocative and downright seductive. There is also a subservient aspect to it. It is supposedly a servant's costume. This one is over the top. Way over the top. By wearing it I am demonstrating a willingness to be sexual in a subservient role if you want me to. I am saying that I trust you not to abuse me in any way. I am saying that I am here to be loved, not as a sex object or even as a love object but as a living, caring, loving being. I am both a human being and a spiritual being and I know that you recognize me as being both. I know that you love me as both."

As we were finishing lunch Joyce looked at me and said: "Actually there is one more adjustment to be made and you need to make it."

I asked: "What?"

She replied: "A French maid should not be a virgin."

Ann commented: "She's right you know. I will leave you two to work on that because I need to get to class."

We stood. Ann and I hugged. Ann whispered: "Do her."

She then gave me a very erotic deep kiss and headed to the living room to dress.

She dressed quickly and blew me a kiss on her way out.

Joyce entered my arms. We kissed passionately. She rubbed her breasts back and forth against my chest. Her nipples were fully erect. I was erect too.

She knelt in front of me and said: "I've never done this before so will you tell me how to do it."

She took my shaft into her mouth and started sucking. She ran her tongue around the head.

I said: "You're doing fine."

She looked up at me. Her eyed were sparkling. Even with her mouth full I could see a grin at the corners.

She started bobbing up and down. Taking me slightly deeper with each stroke. I moaned happily.

Finally I stopped her. She asked why.

I answered: "The first time I come in you I want it to be in your vagina."

She was beaming: "That is a reason I can go for."

She added: "My vagina is at your service. I'm on the pill."

I said: "I need to calm down first. Let's get some pictures."

She replied: "OKey dokey."

I picked up her panties and the cloth that had been over her breasts. We headed downstairs.

3i would not be open this afternoon.

We began with her panties on and her breasts covered. She was bubbling with joy and it showed. She was imaginative in finding poses. Before long her panties were off. That was followed by the piece covering her breasts. Lots more pictures. I took a number of breast close ups as well as a number of breast up portraits. She really was Joy.

She removed her bustier and I took a number of shots with her in her garter belt, stockings and shoes.

Her pubic hair was a medium brown stripe, not yet a triangle. Very pretty - I was glad that she didn't shave.

She pulled off her shoes. More shots.

Then she bent over and spread her lower lips. I took a couple of pictures and then looked close. She still had her maidenhead. I took a few more shots. Extreme close ups. She was juicy, very juicy.

I asked her if she used tampons and she said no, her mother had told her that virgins shouldn't use them. She was strictly a pads girl. She also had never had an exam down there.

She asked me if this was all right. I said yes.

She came into my arms for a kiss.

Joyce.

I took her by the hand and lead her back upstairs to the first bedroom. I brought the camera.

I then unhooked her stockings from the garter belt and removed the garter belt, followed by her stockings.

I folded back the bedcover and spread a towel where her hips would be.

We lay on the bed and necked for a while. She was hotter than the proverbial firecracker. When I started suckling on her nipples she was even hotter. I ran my hand over her pubic hair, barely touching it. That brought a sharp intake of breath on her part. I ran a finger up and down her slit. Then I started to rub her inner lips between my thumb and forefinger. She was moaning, groaning and rocking her hips. This intensified when I started gently massaging her clitoris. I found that her maidenhead had only a relatively small hole in it. I had to stretch it to get a finger into her vagina. My thumb was still on her clit. She was going absolutely crazy. Then she had an orgasm. She screamed in pleasure. I stopped rubbing her clit and held my finger motionless entering her vagina. I let her come down a bit.

We kissed gently. She said: "Oh God. That was good."

I replied: "It's going to get better."

I wiggled my finger a little. It was only barely inside. She moaned happily. I worked it in another inch. She was full of natural lubricant. The expression on her face was awesome. I finally worked it all the way in. Oh, was she tight. I swirled my finger around slightly and she started rocking her hips again.

I brought it out and there was a little bit of blood on it. I showed it to her and she asked: "Does that mean that I'm not a virgin anymore?"

I replied: "You are indeed still a virgin but we are getting closer to changing that."

I reentered her using my middle finger. She was going crazy as I wiggled it around trying to stretch her out a bit. She had another orgasm. This time I didn't stop. I tried two fingers and eventually got them both in. She had still another orgasm as I worked at stretching her enough to take my organ.

While she was hotter than the proverbial firecracker, I was harder that the proverbial rock. It ached in anticipation.

Finally, I asked her if she was ready. She replied: "Oh God, am I ready."

I moved on top of her and slid the head of my organ up and down her slit a few times. Then I lined it up and began to press in. Her cherry was resisting me. My fingers had stretched it but not really broken it. Now it was being broken. Finally it gave way. She cried out.

I asked her if she was OK. She replied that it had hurt a little but was better now. She said: "Keep going."

I pushed in another inch and moved back and forth over that distance maybe a dozen times. Then I advanced another inch and repeated the process until I was all the way inside. I started taking long slow strokes. She was in ecstacy. She was throwing her head every which way, holding me so tight it was almost painful and screaming: "YES, Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, my yes." it did not take her long to reach orgasm. Her orgasm triggered mine. She drained me dry.

We lay there panting. We kissed gently. Our souls had been dancing.

She said: "I never imagined it could possibly be that good. ... I love you."

I replied: "I love you too." Saying that seemed somehow inadequate.

I rolled off of her. My shaft was covered in blood. We both looked at it. I sat up and looked between her legs. She was dripping a mixture of her blood, her lubricating fluids and my semen.

The towel was filling up. She had lost far more blood than Connie.

I went over to the dresser and retrieved my camera. I took a series of shots: down there, her smiling face, and overall. She took my camera for several shots of my bloody organ.

She said: "I wish we had pictures of us doing it."

I kissed her again.

We got up and took turns using the bidet.

I went and got an oversize zip-lock bag and put the towel in it.

We went and sat on the sofa. I sat at one end. She sat sideways on my lap, her legs running down the sofa. She leaned into me with one arm around my neck. I had one arm around her with that hand on a breast, caressing it softly.

She kissed me on the nose. She giggled: "I love you so much. Now you are a great boss, a better friend and the best lover any girl could ever hope for. Not just that - you are someone who cares about feeding my soul. Thank you my darling."

I kissed her. She turned into me slightly more. Touching her head to mine. I shifted my arm to caressing her ass. My other hand was caressing her thighs. She sighed happily.

She snuggled down and rested her head on my shoulder. I shifted my hand to stroke her lower belly. I again ran my hand super lightly across her pubic hair. Another sharp intake of breath.

I said: "You like that?"

She replied: "You bet. Keep doing it and I will need you to do a whole lot more."

I ran a finger up and down her slit several times. She said: "That too."

We both laughed. She kissed me, first softly, then harder, finally shifting into french kisses.

The phone rang. It was the business line. Joyce jumped up and ran to answer it.

Suddenly it was back to work.

I ended up talking with a potential customer for about one half hour. Five minutes in Joyce reappeared dressed in normal business attire. I interrupted my call to say to her: "Copy Edit." she smiled, gave me a high sign and left.

I looked at my watch as I ended the phone call. We got the project. It was 4 o'clock. I went to make some notes on the phone call. Ann arrived and promptly doffed her clothing. We had a really nice hug.

Ann noticed the bloody towel and said: "Oh, my. Was she good?"

I replied: "She was very good, very very good."

Just then Joyce entered the room. I looked at her and said: "Don't you think you're overdressed?"

She peeled off her clothes in a flash. Joyce was thrilled to get to join Ann and I sitting nude in the living room. I sat in the middle of the sofa with one on each side. They leaned into me. I ended up with a breast in each hand. Life is good.

Joyce said to me: "As you said this morning: 'This is a happy place.' "

I replied: "As you said: 'Is it ever.' "

It was wonderful, just being with both girls.

Eventually Joyce went home. Ann and I had fun in the Jacuzzi. Then in the waterbed.

Joyce and I talked about it later. Joyce said it was a new level of acceptance. She felt she was part of a very special family. I told her that she was.

A conversation with Janet .

The next day Janet walked over to our office. We sat and had long conversations about life in general and the role of love in human affairs. She was beginning to appreciate the extent that Bobby had been an aberration. Nonetheless she decided that she would continue to avoid the frat party scene. She was shifting into a more spiritual outlook. It was beautiful to watch. I suggested that she meditate.

She asked me how to meditate. I explained that there are lots of different techniques and she should find the one that works best for her. She asked what technique I used. I explained that I usually just used breath counting. The basic idea is to quiet the 'monkey mind' by focusing on the breath. Count your breaths going to some small number and starting over so the count does not get interesting. The most common choices are four and ten.

She said: ""That sounds boring."

I replied: "Exactly. The idea is to get the chatterbox of the rational mind to shut up so the intuitive mind can come through consciously rather than remaining in the background. The interesting thing is when you are doing it right and the chatterbox does shut up it is anything but boring even when what you are perceiving is apparent silence. I generally do not find myself receiving overt information during a meditation. What I find is that it is just there afterwards. Rarely, I will have a waking vision, not during the meditation, but shortly afterwards. These usually involve a past life. Some have been very beautiful."

She said: "I'll try it."

I warned her: "You will find the chatterbox is very persistent. As it pops up. Sort of pat the thought on its head and go back to counting your breath. It does get easier with practice. Eventually you may occasionally find yourself breath counting when you weren't even trying to meditate. Don't do it while driving however."

She asked: "What are some other techniques?"

I replied: "One is repeating a mantra. A mantra is a word or short phrase with spiritual significance such as 'Om' or 'Om Mani Padme Hum.' "

She asked: "What do those mean?"

I answered: " 'Om' or 'Aum' is the sound of the universe. 'Om Mani Padme Hum' is a Buddhist prayer asking to become aware of self as the Buddha of compassion. It is literally 'The Jewel is in the Lotus.' One that might be extra fitting for science majors is 'Neti neti' which means: 'not this, not that.' It is a call to get beyond concepts and models and into direct experience, direct awareness. Some people argue that it is the sound of the mantra that matters more than its meaning. This tends to be true of me. When I do a mantra meditation I am not thinking about the meaning, I'm just working with the sound."

Continuing: "One variation is 'I AM' or 'I am that I AM.' I sometimes like 'I AM ATMAN.' "

She asked: "What is Atman?

I replied: "Atman is Hindu term meaning the God within. Divinity with separation. I have an Atman, you have an Atman, Ann has an Atman. When they have all convinced of that then they spring the larger truth: 'Atman is Brahman.' Brahman is their name for the one God. The high truth is that there is really only one of us."

I paused then continued: "Still another technique is to focus on something like a flower, feather or candle flame."

She said: "Thank you. I will experiment."

Two days later she walked over again. We ended up in bed. Wonderful lovemaking. I used a condom.

Janet's period started right on time. She started taking birth control pills at the proper time.

We had some discussions about Bobby. We both agreed that his excuse had been incredibly lame. She had been meditating and had become aware that there were karmic issues between herself and Bobby. Even though she did not know the details, she knew that what played out was what needed to play out and that her being rescued by her friends was not just a lucky accident. She was coming to trust the whole process a great deal more. She also was becoming aware that the whole event was a spiritual lesson for Bobby too.

Still another time she wanted a massage. She liked how I did them. This became a regular thing. I liked how she gave a massage too. She started having me shave her. I liked doing that for her.

Janet liked skinny-dipping with me in the pool. She let me take pictures. I got lots of beautiful photos of a very beautiful woman, both in the pool and in the studio. The studio shots included a great deal of experimentation with lighting. Her muscle tone created subtle curves which could be brought out by careful lighting. I ended up with many truly wonderful photographs.

At one point she laughed and said: "I would never have been willing to let Bobby take nude pictures of me but with you it's fun. Just another way to say: 'I trust you. I love you.' "




Driving in Snow Ch. 13



We talked further about Bobby. Janet was coming to the conclusion that her interaction with him had largely been as a lesson for him. He was given a series of choices and he chose a path which ultimately made him very unhappy. She was also coming to see herself as a volunteer rather than a victim. The healing caused by that idea was almost total.

Ann took the unused condoms back to the dorm saying: "Some of the kids have emergencies."

To be Continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 14



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife, Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapter 14

Business First. 

I had a meeting of the minds with a client but we still needed to formalize the contract. It took Ann and I a few days to write up our proposed contract. We scheduled a meeting with them for the following Wednesday.

It turned out that Ann had an exam in one of her classes and could not attend. I would have to represent us but we would have our telepathic link. This company was located over in Massachusetts not far from Barbara's college. We had done two small projects for them before.

I got up early and drove to our office. Ann was already there. She greeted me with a great big hug. Great union, our telepathic bond started to form but was not complete. She took my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. As always making love with Ann was glorious. We finished with our telepathic bond firmly in place. 

We had submitted a proposal for doing a design for them and this meeting would hopefully close the deal. I was meeting with the upper management of the company.

The CEO invited me into his office with the head of engineering and one of his lower managers. A much smaller group than I had expected.

He said something surprising: "I've observed something with our last two projects with you. Your initial proposals have always been very fair to both parties. You and Ann were the same way in executing those projects, in one case even going an extra mile. In each contract I let our legal eagles get involved and ended up with a contract which turned out to be worse from our standpoint. In fact some of the clauses that our legal staff demanded actually ended up hurting us. Well this time I'm keeping them out of it. We will go with your proposal as written."

I of course said OK and we proceeded to sign the contract with only one change. They wanted to pay us a larger bonus for early delivery.

The meeting finished much earlier than I had expected and since I was not that far from Barbara's college I called her to find out if she would be available for lunch. It turned out that she was, with a proviso: She would be joined by two friends.

Lunch. 

We were to meet at a small restaurant near campus. When I arrived Barb was already there but her friends were not. We hugged in greeting and made small talk until Rebecca arrived. 

Becca was short, less than five feet tall. A very cute girl but she seemed far too young to be in college. Barbara introduced us.

She let me know right away that she was actually twenty years old. Apparently this is a sore point with her. I could see why, I would have guessed fourteen. I found myself thinking: 'Nonetheless, this is one sexy little thing.'

I asked her about her life and she replied: "I've been competing as a gymnast for years now and allowing that to dominate my life, but I am starting to rethink that whole thing. It used to be fun but now it is just work and while I am close to Olympic level I am not there and I doubt that I will ever get there. Barb has been introducing me to some new ways of thinking that I find that I really resonate with. With that has been a change in my attitude toward winning. Winning used to be everything to me, if I didn't win then I was a nobody but now I see that that is just silly. I am me, regardless and that is pretty nice. Likewise I now know that I have a mission in life and while I do not yet know what it is, I am starting to feel that gymnastics is not part of it. As Barb says: 'I need to let it unfold.' "

I smiled and said: "Barb is quite a person, she has wisdom far past her years. She has wisdom past my years."

Rebecca said: "I have read some of your stuff and you also have a great deal of wisdom."

I replied: "Thank you."

She asked: "You seem to have an unusual take on karma. Most books portray karma as credits and debits or as rewards and punishments but you seem to be saying it is a return to balance and a learning tool. Am I reading you correctly?"

I answered: "Yes. The debts and credits thing is valid as a superficial view of this law. 'As ye sow, so shall ye reap' goes a little deeper but it is really always about upsetting and restoring balance at the spiritual levels. The word actually means 'action,' any action that disturbs a balance, any balance. We can also look at karma as creating something and then experiencing the creation. Early in human manifestation we deliberately make lots of karma, in essence trying experiments. We also make even more accidentally as we blunder through life. The personality is generally oblivious to all of this but the soul is very aware of all of the imbalances. In later lifetimes we will work to re-balance our outstanding karma. Much or most of our karma is cleared in the same lifetime in which it is generated but far from all. Sometimes the lessons of a particular karmic drama are sufficiently subtle or require preparation such that a given karmic load must 'ripen' before it can be cleared. Sometimes a karma is so complex or involves a large number of souls such that it requires many lifetimes of work to clear. In general we can clear karma merely by bringing sufficient understanding, understanding and love which becomes wisdom, to the situation. Perhaps this is what is sometimes called 'grace.' "

She asked: "How do we find those we have karmic ties to?"

I replied: "First, we travel in groups and most of our karma stays in the group. We can look at these groups as our spiritual family and we can also look at this as an organic entity made up of a group of souls. Souls within a group generally find each other. Second, both versions of the law of attraction: like attracts like and opposites attract work. The more intense the karma the more intense the attraction. Third, the law of synchronicity is at play here. Yes, we have total free will but somehow the dice in the game of life are loaded to bring about certain opportunities and sometimes we take those opportunities. That is how I came to meet Barbara."

Barbara jumped in saying: "Tell her the story of the Doolittle raid."

The door opened and SHE walked in. Our conversation stopped as a stunningly beautiful young woman entered and headed towards our table. She was tall, about six foot, four. She was wearing a simple dress, long sleeves, high neckline, long flowing skirt, medium blue in color. The fabric was fully opaque but was thin enough that her bra strap lines and panty lines were visible. She was broad shouldered and long everywhere, legs, arms, neck, narrow waist, flat tummy, proud bosom- large, very large, but somehow not on her, straight blonde hair going almost to her waist. 

I found I was responding to her presence with an erection. I thought: 'What in the world is happening here? I don't remember ever responding to a girl like this before. I need another woman in my life now like I need a hole in my head.' 

Still the feeling of lust was almost overpowering. The idea of a past life connection should have been obvious but that did not occur to me at that time.

Barbara introduced her as Zena. 

When she heard my name she smiled and said: "I've read some of your writings. I love your work - you make me think that there is hope for this world."

I replied: "It all works out when we let it."

Zena responded: "That's easy for you to say."

Barb jumped in: "Do I hear some self pity?"

Zena replied: " It's hard to not go there sometimes. There are a bunch of parties at Umass this Friday night. Every other girl on our floor has a date but I still have never been asked out on a date. Here I am a college junior and I've never been on a date. How do I let myself get a date?"

I was sensing a tremendous loneliness in Zena.

I reached over and squeezed her hand. She stared at me, not joy, not fear, not anger, but curiosity.

I felt electricity. I wanted her - sexually.

I responded: "Don't worry. He will come." Then I asked her about her life.

She talked about her childhood and how she was mostly very comfortable being alone. She said that she liked to read and liked long walks alone in the woods. She found great serenity just sitting quietly by herself. "Even now I love to just go and sit by the pond."

She explained that it was a good thing because she was teased throughout grade school on account of her height. If I wasn't being teased about my height I was being teased about my brain. In high school the teasing intensified and she was also teased about being a late developer. "It's tough being the tallest one in the class but it's even worse when you are the only girl without boobs. Then all of a sudden they showed up and I was still teased but for a different reason." With the TV show Xena, Warrior Princess the teasing escalated even further. 

All through grade school and high school she felt that she really had no friends. Some acquaintances, yes but no real friends, no one she felt safe with.

She explained that this included the adults in her life: Her priest had tried to molest her sexually and her parents would not believe her. Fortunately she was able to stop the priest.

She explained that Becca was a new experience for her: Someone who really wanted to be her friend. She leaned over and touched her head to Rebecca's. 

She was also becoming good friends with both Barbara and Connie. 

The waitress arrived and took our orders.

Zena commented: "I wish I could be more like Barbara."

I asked her: "In what way?"

She replied: "Barbara is so smart and so confident. She is so easy with people, friendly all the time. She has her life under control. I'm sure she never had a problem getting a date, although I've never met her boyfriend."

Barbara jumped in here saying: "If you only knew. Matt here is the only man in my life so far."

Zena looked startled: "Matt is your boyfriend??"

Barb replied: "Yes, the only man to kiss me, the only man to see me dance, the only man to dance with me, the only man to see me nude, and the only man to share my bed. He arrived in my life literally out of nowhere. Yes, he is my boyfriend but also my sisters' and Connie's too. He is also married."

Zena exclaimed: "Oh, My god! Really?"

Barbara answered: "Yes, really. I never had any guy that I would have even considered going out with ask me for a date in high school. Instead I had a jerk grabbing my boobs."

Zena repeated: "Oh my God, really?"

Barb answered: "Yep, finally I punched him. I knocked him out cold. No more problems. No one asking for a date either. Actually I didn't really want one until Matt showed up."

Zena looked at me and then asked: "Back to my question. How do I let myself get a date?"

I responded: "First and foremost: Stop worrying about it. Worry actually tends to put up shields. Which is just what you don't need. You are very beautiful. That and being tall both tend to scare the nice guys that you want. I have a feeling there is a really nice girl inside but she's scared, let her out. Find some activities that you think are fun where guys are there too. Then relax. Totally avoid the bar scene and the frat party scene. You don't need either and I suspect you would not be happy in either and it would show. But let me ask you a question: How did you end up here at this college?"

She replied: "No choice, my mom went here."

I replied: "Oooh Kay. It sounds like things are conspiring for you to wait. You know, it is better to be a virgin at twenty than a mother at fifteen. Anyway trust in synchronicity. The guy you want will show up in some totally unexpected way in some totally unexpected place."

Becca piped up: "Synchronicity again. You were going to tell about some raid."

I said: "Ah yes, the Dolittle raid. Synchronicity offers possibilities, not guaranteed results. Early in World War two. We planned an air raid on Tokyo. It was a symbolic gesture, we did not expect to do any real damage. Sixteen army bombers were to fly off of an aircraft carrier, bomb Japan and then fly on to China. One day before our ships were in position they were spotted by a Japanese fishing boat. We sank the boat but assumed it had radioed our presence. The decision was made to launch the raid immediately. As our bombers flew over Tokyo a Japanese plane flew through our formation. It was not attacking our planes and none of our planes fired at it. Had we shot it down the war would have taken a very different turn since prime minister Tojo was in that plane. I suspect that had any of our gunners been in a really intuitive space he would have fired.

Zena said: "That's quite a story."

I continued: "Synchronicity offers us opportunities, the more intuitive we are the more apt we are to take advantage of them. That is how I met the Wells family. You might want to read Barb's sister's book: ' The Integration of Intuition.' " 

She replied: "I already have and it's awesome."

I asked: "Have you met Ann?"

She responded: "No, but I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Our food arrived.

We paused to eat. We all seemed to be hungry.

Zena asked: "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

I replied: "Oh yes, stunningly beautiful and sexy too."

She beamed. Saying: "Thank you. Sexy, really?"

I nodded. My mouth was full.

We continued to eat.

Barb asked Zena: "Do you want to meet Ann?"

Zena Nodded.

Barb continued: "This weekend?"

Another nod: "Yes."

Zena then said: "And I can drive."

Barb pulled out her cellphone and said: "Let me see what I can arrange."

She called Ann and soon it was all planned. Zena, Becca, Connie and Barb would come over Friday night and stay into Sunday.

Barb then called Connie who reluctantly had to bow out. She had a paper to write.

I commented to Zena: "We choose our parents and we choose our bodies. A soul gives a great deal of thought to this. It wants an optimum platform to accomplish its task. If we mindfully accomplish our tasks, our dharma, the reasons for those choices tend to become obvious. Most people however do not have a conscious awareness of their dharma, even if they are doing it.

Some people will argue with this, saying that if it worked that way we would all choose rich parents and beautiful bodies. I will suggest however that rich parents and beautiful bodies both will often turn out to be more a curse than a blessing.

Many people, probably most, never consciously take on their dharmic mission. Sometimes it will be thrust on them, sometimes in subtle ways and sometimes it shows up like a sledgehammer. Usually however what happens is that the soul delivers a steady stream of hints to the personality. The problem is that the personality is free to ignore or misinterpret those hints. You are obviously an intuitive person. Perhaps you will be able to apply that intuition to discovering just what that dharma is. I suspect if and when you understand that you will be much happier with your body."

Zena asked: "Say more about dharma."

I replied: "Dharma literally means 'duty' and is sometimes used to mean the teachings of the Buddha but it also means life mission. Before we incarnate we as souls make an agreement with the universe to accomplish certain things in the next lifetime. It may be to learn a particular lesson. It may be to balance a particular karma. It is often something to help others, sometimes a specific other and sometimes others in general. It may be minor or not, all the way to world changing. Sometimes the dharmic task is performed solo and other times a soul will be part of a team. If a soul is part of a team synchronicity tends to pull the team together. For example Barbara's sister Ann and I have something to work on together."

We went back to discussing synchronicity as we finished our meal.

Barbara looked at her watch and said: "I've got a class. Got to run. See you Friday."

I stood and we shared a really nice hug and a short but sweet kiss. Barb headed out the door.

Rebecca stood and looked somewhat longingly at me saying: "Can I have a hug too."

I replied: "Of course." and took her in my arms sort of bending her backwards in the process.

She grinned and said: "Oooh, I like your hugs."

I looked at Zena and held my arms open. She bent forward to bring her head close to mine and we hugged. She looked very happy.

I wanted that girl. Oh, how I wanted her. I wanted them both.

We all headed out.

Call .

That night I called Barbara. I explained my situation: That I found myself in pure lust for Zena and had no idea why or what was going on. 

I said: "This is totally crazy. I've never felt lust for a girl like this ever. Here I am in my seventies with five wonderful loves already draining me dry. Why should I be reacting like this? I like to think of myself as at least somewhat spiritually aware. People who are spiritually aware should not find themselves caught in lust. I love you, Connie, Joyce, Janet and Ann plus Cindy, your mother and Fil. I can't say I love Zena but I sure want to screw her. This should not be happening. But it is and I do not know what it means or how to handle it."

I asked her just who Zena was. 

She replied: "I don't know how to answer your question. I am not aware of any particular past life ties although I would not rule that out. What I am aware of is a beautiful aura. Both Becca and Zena have beautiful auras. They are truly nice people."

I answered: "I know and I'm afraid I might hurt them."

She said: "Come-on Matt. Trust yourself. You are the kindest, sweetest man I've ever met. Not to mention the most spiritually aware."

I replied: "Maybe that makes me more dangerous. I don't understand the energies here. I cannot get a reading on her spiritual energy - My lust overpowers it. I want sex with Zena and part of me doesn't care how. For starters I want her out of her clothes. The pull is insatiable."

Barb said: "That makes a certain amount of sense. You like girls in general to be out of their clothes. When I am with you I like being out of my clothes.

"Let's try this. We can try our link and see if that gives us any insight."

She said: "OK."

She began to sing our song and our merging was every bit as complete as ever. I felt love flowing out. Not as much as usual but to my usual list plus Becca and Zena. We stayed linked for about fifteen minutes. Pure bliss.

When it ended I felt a certain rightness in things.

She said: "I don't have any new answers, just a sense that we should all go with the flow. Let it unfold. There is beauty in this - great beauty. Surprising beauty."

We ended the call.

Later Ann and I telepathically communicated about this. She understood completely but didn't have any answers either. She reiterated Barbara's advice: "Trust yourself."

Another call .

Barbara called me later. Zena had just come to her room and described how she had just had an amazing experience. She said the she just felt incredibly loved: "It was like I was being totally accepted, totally loved, just as I am. Everything was beautiful. I was beautiful and it lasted fifteen minutes."

Ann was listening in telepathically. She said: "Heavy karma or heavy dharma."




Driving in Snow Ch. 14



I decided she was probably right. I wondered what it was and how to proceed.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 15



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife, Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapter 15.

Friday. 

Friday afternoon I was in the office when they arrived. Joyce had already gone home. Ann was still at a meeting with Ivan. Zena parked next to the elevator entrance. I walked out the back door to greet them. They piled out of the minivan as I came out. Zena was wearing a white dress made from the same pattern as the dress she wore Wednesday except that the sleeves were short. Her bra straps and panty line were even more obvious. Rebecca was wearing a miniskirt.

I gave Barb a big hug. She ground her body into mine. Then I hugged the other two using the step up to the door to partially equalize height.

Zena then opened the back and they each took out their bags. I closed the back. We piled into the elevator. With the bags it was a tight fit. 

I took the girls on a quick tour of the apartment. Each girl got a bedroom. They put their bags in their respective rooms. Barb took the regular king, Zena got the damped water bed and Rebecca got one of the singles. I asked if they wanted to see our office too. They agreed and we took the stairs down. 

With Becca on the bottom stair I gave her a nice hug and then I stepped up onto it and Zena and I hugged. She clung to me, almost desperately, then sighed loudly. There seemed to be a lot of tit here, encased in a stiff bra. Finally we released. Zena looked happier than I ever remember seeing her. 

They liked our office space but became entranced when we came to the second conference room, the one I had converted into a photographic studio. They both asked if they could pose. I, of course, said yes but suggested we do that later. 

Barbara asked: "Nude?"

Becca grinned and replied: "Why not." Zena blushed bright red and said nothing.

I said: "We will start out dressed."

We were about to head back upstairs when Ann arrived. Ann and I hugged and Ann ground herself into me. Um nice.

Barbara performed the introductions.

I started toward the elevator but Zena piped up: "Can we use the stairs."

I replied: "Somebody wants another hug." Zena just beamed.

When we got to the stairs we hugged again. This time Zena was trying to imitate Ann. She was becoming one sexy girl. 

Ann knew that I really wanted to see Zena nude. Telepathy allows no secrets.

Ann telepathed: "What would Cindy say now?"

I responded: "Give it time,"

Ann then replied: "But I want some naked hugs too." Followed by telepathic laughter.

"Give it time."

Rebecca got a very nice hug and then we headed upstairs.

We sat in the living room. 

Ann said: "I was going to fix dinner but it is getting late. Shall I order some Pizza."

We agreed, discussed what kind to get and Ann placed the order.

Barbara said: "I would like to visit your large mall if we can find the time."

Ann said: "Sounds good to me, possibly Sunday."

Then we switched to talking about hugs.

I said: "Hugs are soul food."

We kicked that idea around for a while. The symbolism of hugs.

Barbara asked Rebecca about hugs in her life.

She explained that her mother and sister would hug but that was about it. 

We explored why some people were huggers and others were not.

The pizzas arrived.

We moved to the dining table and Barbara got drinks while I set out plates and utensils. Ann and Rebecca had wine while the rest of us had soda.

We attacked the pizzas with gusto. Ann had one glass of wine. Rebecca had more than two. Not sure how many.

We discussed naked hugs during our meal. It became clear that Zena was not ready for that.

After dinner we moved back to the living room.

I asked Zena how much hugging was part of her life.

She replied: "I very seldom get a hug from anybody and never hugs like yours. I love your hugs. I need to find a tall guy."

I responded: "Will I do in the interim?"

Her face lit up: "Oh, yes."

I stood up and said: "Becca." She rose and came to me. I spread my feet wide apart and gave her a nice hug. She worked at making full contact and went: "Uuuumm." She kissed my cheek, then we released.

I turned to Zena and she stood and spread her feet wide. I stepped into her arms and we hugged for a long time. I started running my hands up and down her back and she made delicious moans. I caressed her bottom and she moaned louder and ground her body into mine. Her breasts were massive but were contained in what almost felt like armor. We kissed, she held my head and kissed me greedily. I moaned too and this caused her to go into overdrive. I was developing an erection and I was sure that she must have been feeling it.

Eventually we stopped, as much from lack of air as anything.

She said: "Wow."

(I thought: "Why do these girls all say: 'Wow.' ")

Then she said: "I never thought of spreading my legs before."

I replied: "Spreading your feet. Spreading your legs has a whole different meaning."

She asked: "What does 'spreading my legs' mean?"

I answered: "It means to have sex or to prepare to have sex."

She blushed bright red and said: "Oh. I should have known that."

Becca sat on the floor, rocked back onto her shoulders and spread her legs straight out on either side. Tufts of pubic hair were showing on either side of her panties. She giggled. 

Rebecca then asked: "What would you call this?"

I replied: "An invitation and an indication that you are enjoying your wine."

She responded: "An invitation, not a proposition?"

I quipped: "It would be a proposition if you weren't wearing panties."

She rocked forward into a sitting position, legs still straight out, giggled again and said: "That can be arranged."

Zena was blushing again. She asked: "What is a proposition?"

Rebecca replied:" A suggestion to have sex. Didn't you have sex ed in high school?"

Zena replied: "Yes but our teacher was a lesbian and all she covered was girl on girl stuff. She even wanted me to undress for the class. She finally got two other girls to 'eat each other out.' Not my thing - I decided I wanted boys, even if I didn't have any in my life."

We spent the next half hour talking about reproduction and sex. 

I offered to show her my 'equipment.' She declined.

We discussed various forms of contraception and alternatives to vaginal intercourse.

Zena had a lot to learn. For example she did not know that men got erections or what it meant when a man did. As I explained this she asked if that is what was happening during our last hug.

I said yes and she looked pleased.

Then Zena said: "You did say that I was sexy."

Zena commented: "I never realized just how much I didn't know about sex."

Ann then said: "There is an entire other side to it. The spiritual side."

Rebecca looked surprised and said: "Oh... Please tell us more."

Ann said: "I hardly know where to begin."

She continued: "We are spiritual beings who put on human disguises in order to have the separation necessary to conduct our part in the ongoing process of creation.

"Part of this is understanding that part of the time we are building the illusion and part of the time we are piercing the illusion. Any and all human activity plays into this. It is our choice as to how we play the games. 

"A central part of the ordinary human experience is feeling incomplete, alone and lonely. We seek to be whole, to be one with what we are missing. This longing seems to be met when we 'fall in love' but that generally turns out to be a temporary phenomena, the romance fades. Likewise the sex act masks this longing. Almost any sex act does this to some extent but the more loving the act the greater the effect. 

"Part of being human is being sexual but we have many ways to do this. We can approach sex many ways. If we are immature we may approach it as a means of self gratification, as an ego trip, as a way of establishing dominance, or any of a long list of similar reasons. As we become more mature it will become a way to express love. Making love is more than just an expression. It can be a very real process. We can go past that to make sex a form of spiritual practice. A physical act which becomes a symbolic act of union of souls moving toward union back into the divine. 

"The ultimate purpose of all human activity, specifically including sex, is to create experience for the divine and also to use that experience as a way of returning to the ultimate oneness.

Zena asked: "How do we reach the more mature levels?"

I answered: "That is what the whole of human experience is about. Living is primarily classroom. Classroom where we function both as student and teacher. The more mindful we become the easier the journey and the faster the progress. Likewise there is great truth in the saying: 'When the student is ready, the teacher will come.' 

"You are obviously working your spiritual journey. Being comfortable when alone is a powerful tool. Meditate. Relax into love.

Zena said: "But I need somebody to love."

Becca said: "Zena, you are a very kind person, you go around being nice to people. That is what real love is all about. The romance stuff is intense but it is sort of fluff. It is just one way of expressing love."

I telepathed to Ann: "That girl has more wisdom than I thought."

Ann responded with concurrence.

Barbara chimed in here: "When you are really loving in a deep way you don't notice that you are doing it, being it. You just are."

We broke for a bathroom break. 

Ann whispered to Zena: "Do you want to hug Matt naked?"

Zena replied: "Yes but I'm scared."

"Of what?"

Zena answered: "I've never done anything like that before. It takes some getting used to."

Ann said: "Would you like me to hug him naked first? Or Barb and I?"

Zena responded: "I'd be too embarrassed."

Ann then said: "If you don't want to hug Matt naked, at least hug him without underwear."

Zena said: "I can do that." and headed to her bedroom.

When she returned her bosom was jiggling in her dress. Her dress seemed to emphasize the effect. Her panty line was also missing.

Zena asked for another hug.

She spread her feet and we hugged. She ground her bosom into my chest. There was a whole lot to grind. Almost as much as Barb. Oh, did that feel nice. I massaged her ass. We kissed fiercely. It took her a few seconds to understand french kisses but then that really lit her fire. All this was certainly lighting mine. She really ground her body into mine. I kneaded her ass. It took all of my will power not to lift her skirt and massage her butt bare. We made out for three or four minutes before stopping. When we separated it was obvious to all that I had an erection.

Ann asked: "Zena, how would you describe that hug?"

Zena smiled softly and answered: "Dreamy."

Ann and Barbara smiled. Becca said: "Can I have some too?"

Rebecca and I made out for a couple of minutes. While this was going on Zena gave Ann a high sign. Ann smiled and nodded. My erection did not subside.

I wanted her too. I thought: 'Matt, What is happening to you? How do I get from a place of lust to a place of love?'

I decided to change topics. I said: "I am very aware of sharing a number of past lives with the Wells family and with Connie. In fact I would like to share the story of a past life."

I proceeded to tell the story of Suzanne and Pierre.

Zena and Rebecca were both near tears. Then I said: "They found each other this lifetime. Suzanne is now Connie and I was Pierre. We made love and it was really making love not just having sex."

I told about how I felt like a virgin again and the about the sacred fire.

Zena said: "That is so beautiful. Do you think there is somebody like that for me?"

I answered: "It is possible. It is possible that you or you and Becca, both, are part of our spiritual family. I don't know yet. We may never know."

The discussion moved to the idea of spiritual families. I explained that we travel in groups and that most of our karma stays within the group. I pointed out that we have positive as well as negative karma. I explained that we are generally much more aware of our negative karma even while we usually have more positive than negative karma. 

I continued saying that the spiritual laws of attraction, balancing attraction and synchronicity all work to bring us together at the right time.

Becca said: "Back to synchronicity again."

I said: "Yep.

"It is key to so much that happens here and is so incredibly underappreciated. I no longer believe in coincidence. Too many things have happened in my life that were just too spooky."

Becca asked: "Like what?"

I proceeded to give a number of examples. I included how I met the Wells family. 

Zena asked: "Do things like that really happen? You're not just making those up?"

I replied: "All of those did happen to me."

She said: "Wow."

I pointed out: "These things happen all the time but most of the time we don't pay attention. If we start to really pay attention then more and more of these things start to happen as well. At some point synchronicity begins to turn into serendipity."

We talked about synchronicity and serendipity for some time.

I asked Zena if she had any past life knowledge.

She answered : "Yes and it is all tragic. Lifetime after lifetime where I die in a fire or have a wall or other structure fall on me. More than a few of the fires were arson. I do not know of a single happy life or one where I died a normal death."

She went on to describe several in detail.

Becca said: "That is so sad."

Zena responded: "The funny thing is I have a feeling that it is all about to change. That I am about to start having some happy lives. Maybe that is just wishful thinking but that is the message I am getting."

I asked Becca if she had any past life memories.

She said: "No. But what is weird is that I have had a slew of nightmares that are eerily similar to Zena's past life memories. This feels spooky." 

We talked about all of this for a while.

Bedtime. 

I had a really nice hug with each girl. In each case I found myself wishing we were nude. 

We allowed our guests use of the front bathroom. Ann, Barbara and I used the master bath. No shower tonight. Barbara enjoyed the bidet. Wonderful hugs with both girls. Finally nude hugs. Both girls seemed extra horny tonight. Ann telepathed that she wanted me to join her after I made love to Barb.

I went to bed with Barb in the left bedroom. I lit a candle. We necked and petted for a while. We were both really aroused. Barb set up pillows for my head and mounted me astride. We stared into each other's eyes and her's rapidly became the 'liquid fire' again. We merged psychically and I started radiating love to my whole list which now included Becca and Zena. Barbara was doing amazing things with her pelvis and her vagina. Incredible muscle control in both places, but that was in the background behind the merging and the love I was sending. Bliss. Pure bliss. Nonetheless Barbara was moaning in pleasure. We stopped after Barb came to orgasm.

[Zena meanwhile was feeling more loved than at any time in her life and finally decided to talk with Barbara about what was happening. She got up and went to Barbara's bedroom. Just before she knocked on the door she heard a moan. There was light under the door. She stopped and listened. The feeling of being loved was extremely intense but now so was arousal. She found that she was very aware of her pussy. For the first time in her life she reached under her pajamas and rubbed it. She discovered her clitoris. She heard Barb going: "Oh Yes, Oh Yes..." and had a taste of what that was about. She discovered that the intense feeling of being loved stopped just after Barbara's moans peaked.]

Barb lowered her body to mine and we kissed. She gave my lingam one last vaginal squeeze and then I withdrew. I got up, blew out the candle and headed for Ann's room. 

[Zena saw the light under the door go out and heard sounds of motion. She backed away into the shadows. The door opened and Zena watched Matt leave Barbara's room and walk to Ann's. Matt was nude and his penis was really long and sticking straight out in front of him.]

Ann was already for me. The love I had been sending and being telepathically linked while I was making love with Barb was all the foreplay she needed. She just wanted me inside, I just wanted to be back inside.

[Zena moved to listen at Ann's door. She got an earful. Ann was in a mood for noisy lovemaking. Zena continued to touch herself but not quite enough to bring on an orgasm.] 

Ann was all juicy and we went right to it. We had the waterbed sloshing overtime. Ann is often loud when we make love and this was no exception. She was on fire and I was able to give her four orgasms before we had one together. Then we cuddled up together and went to sleep.

[When the sounds diminished Zena slipped back to her own bed. She lay there wondering what that wonderful cock she had seen tonight would feel like inside her body. She also thought that both Barbara and Ann were very lucky. She wondered if she would ever be that lucky too. Finally she managed to get to sleep.]

I headed to the bathroom at about 6:00 am. When I returned to bed Ann was awake. We kissed gently. I started playing with a nipple. She started breathing heavily. She moved me on top of her and I slipped inside. We started off with long slow strokes using the missionary position then we rolled over to astride. Ann was grinning ear to ear. The telepathic link was strong and I was getting messages of profound love. As we approached orgasm Ann started screaming sounds of pure joy.

[Ann's screams woke up both Becca and Zena.]

Saturday. 

Ann and I used the Jacuzzi. It was quick in time but we still managed to get in some serious caressing. Soapy petting is fun.

By 7 AM everybody was up and after a round of hugs we sat down to breakfast together. Zena was wearing a pullover top and shorts, without underwear. The top emphasized her ample bosom. It jiggled nicely. Becca was wearing another miniskirt and a button down the front blouse. She had several buttons open.

Rebecca said: "Can we do some photography today?"

We all agreed that that sounded like fun.

After we loaded the dishes into the dishwasher we headed down to the studio. Both Becca and Zena seemed to be looking forward to this.

Photography. 

I started with a series of portraits. Both girls rapidly became relaxed to the process. Then I took another series of waist up and full length shots. Zena has gorgeous legs. 

Becca unbuttoned one more button. I took more pictures. 

I said: "Only do what you are comfortable doing."

She unbuttoned one more such that her bra was showing. I suggested that she remove her bra. She took off her blouse, removed her bra and replaced the blouse. Zena blushed bright red. I snapped a shot of Zena blushing. She stuck her tongue out at me. I got a picture of that too.

I took a group of shots and Becca slowly exposed more and more. Eventually she had her blouse fully open. Zena was continuing to blush. Becca finally removed it completely.




Driving in Snow Ch. 15



A comment about Rebecca's breasts: They were not large but had large areolae and nipples. They had a certain amount of sag. Just enough that it was clear that she was significantly older than the fourteen one would think seeing her dressed.

I took a bunch more pictures. 

Then Becca started playing with her skirt. More shots.

Zena was not saying anything but was blushing intensely.

I asked Zena to pose some more.

I took some more of her and then suggested she change into her white dress.

She said OK and headed upstairs.

She returned very quickly.

I shot a number of pictures. Some were surprisingly sensual. Especially several where she was looking over her shoulder.

I hugged her. She really enjoyed the hug. The other girls wanted hugs and got them. Barb's hug was subtly very erotic.

I asked Zena if she brought anything that would show her shoulders. She said no. Becca suggested that she unzip her dress a little and show her shoulders. The dress zipped up the back.

Zena looked at Barbara who said: "Go ahead if you're comfortable. As Matt says go with what you feel comfortable with."

Zena said: "OK I'll try it." She reached around and ran the zipper half way down her back. 

She freed up her shoulders. The dress was bunching in an unattractive manner and Ann suggested that she lower the zipper further. She pulled it back up and lowered the zipper to her waist. That worked and I got some really nice shots. I took some over the shoulder as well. Zena was becoming more relaxed and was allowing the dress to move lower such that she was starting to show some cleavage. Likewise some of the back shots were showing the beginnings of a different cleavage.

She pulled her dress back up. Becca zipped it for her.

Ann suggested: "Bikini shots."

Both Zena and Becca said they didn't bring any. Barb apologized for forgetting to tell them about the pool.

Zena asked: "How is the water temperature?"

I replied: "It is still quite warm. We have a solar water heater."

They both said that they wished they had known because they would like to go swimming.

Ann said: "Let me see what I can do." she called Joyce, explained the situation and asked if Barb's friends could borrow bathing suits. Joyce, being Joyce, said yes.

Ann went and got them. She also changed into her own. Barb and I went and changed too.

Ann's suit was not particularly skimpy but it was elastic: easy to work around and very easy to remove.

Becca and Zena went to change. They both had problems. 

Becca said: "None of the bikini bottoms cover my bush."

I suggested: "Either just wear your panties or wear the least skimpy bikini and don't worry about it."

None of the tops would fit Zena.

Ann suggested the two straps suit saying the elastic should fit. Zena was dubious but put it on.

They returned with clothing over the suits.

We went out to the pool. I brought my waterproof camera. My mask and Schnorkel were already there in the shed.

We removed our outer clothing.

Barbara was wearing a new bikini. The top was two triangles. Large but Barb's boobs were larger. The bottom barely covered the essentials.

Barbara asked me: "How do you like my new bikini?"

I gave her a big thumbs up.

Zena blushed as she pulled off her cover. She said: "I almost feel naked in this thing."

Becca was wearing the least skimpy bottom. Her 'bush' was creeping out all round. Nicely symmetrical, an interesting effect, very pretty actually.

Rebecca's 'bush' was a dense mat of black curls. A full triangle in shape. That really made her look her age.

We jumped in the water. Becca relaxed noticeably once her bottom was underwater. Zena continued to blush.

Barb moved over to me for a hug. We shared a really nice hug.

Becca wanted one. I lifted her in the water for a very nice hug. I ended up holding her by her ass. She wrapped her legs around me. We held it for perhaps fifteen seconds.

Zena came to me, looking somewhat worried. She spread her feet wide and we had a nice hug. I ran my hands all over her back and up and down her flanks. Oh, but she felt good.

Barb asked me if I wanted pictures. I said yes, hopped out of the pool and retrieved my mask and schnorkel. I slipped back in the water, put them on, picked up my camera and slowly submerged. I started shooting underwater shots of Barb. She dove under the water and I shot more. The other girls tried to stay out of the way but were often in the background anyway. Ann joined her sister. We all surfaced. 

I looked at Becca: "Becca?"

She replied; "What the heck."

I shot a bunch. More than a few featured her 'bush' prominently. When she realized I was doing that she pulled her bottoms down for a few shots.

We surfaced. I looked at Zena. She said: "OK, I guess."

She swam around and I clicked away. At one point one strap came off her breast. I caught it.

We all got out of the pool and dried off on the deck. There was a hair dryer plugged into power in the shed. The girls shared it. The tension had disappeared.

Finally we put on over-clothing and returned to the house. Barbara suggested: "More pictures?"

We went back to the studio. I started shooting Barbara. She played with her bikini. She was having fun. She pretended to pull the bottom off. She then did pull it down part way. Zena was blushing furiously. Barb noticed and suggested that she chill out. Barbara then loosened her top for some more interesting pictures.

I looked at Becca and said: "Only do what you are comfortable with. These pictures are not for public viewing."

I took lots of pictures of Becca. She loosened her top. Then removed it. Later she removed her bottom too. She seemed to be quite comfortable posing nude.

The more I took the more pleased she seemed. Becca started doing a series of gymnastic moves. More great shots.

Finally she sat down on the floor, rocked back onto her shoulders, and spread her legs straight out on either side. Her inner lips opened. I snapped away. She rolled back upright, legs still splayed out. Her nipples were fully hard.

I asked: "Is that a proposition?"

She replied: "If you want it to be. Otherwise it is just me showing off."

Barb got in the act saying: "You've given me some ideas for new poses."

I replied: "Go ahead."

She peeled off her bikini and proceeded to do some of the moves Becca had done earlier.

Zena blushed even brighter. I started to wonder if she was developing a permanent blush.

Barb ended with the rocking to her shoulders and spreading her legs pose. She did not get her legs quite as wide as Becca. She reached down and opened her inner lips. I clicked away.

I said: "Is this a proposition?"

She answered: "You know it is."

We all laughed, except Zena.

I said: "Come on guys you're embarrassing Zena."

Becca went over and hugged Zena around the middle. Zena held Rebecca's head to her chest. Becca relaxed into it. Finally Becca said: "Zena, it's OK we're just having fun."

Zena said: "I can see that."

I said: "Zena, I would like to get some more pictures of you but only in ways that you are totally comfortable with."

She gave me a broad smile. Her first smile in twenty minutes.

I took a number of neat shots of her in the suit. It naturally looked like it was about to fall off. At least off of her breasts. 

She said: "What the heck" and slipped the straps off of her breasts. I clicked away. She relaxed. She was having fun. 

Her breasts where showing the effect of gravity. They were beautiful teardrops. 

I took a few shots of Zena with Becca and Barbara. Both were still nude.

Zena said: "Why not" and slipped the straps off of her shoulders. The suit fell to the floor.

Her pubic patch was a golden stripe not too thick. 

I whistled and said: "You are beautiful."

She smiled broadly and did a slow pirouette. Gorgeous ass. Sensual back.

Ann slipped off her bikini.

I removed my suit. I remained fully erect.

She said: "So are you."

We hugged again. My penis was between her thighs touching her vulva. 

I found it interesting that in my mind I found it to be penis and vulva rather than either cock and pussy or lingam and yoni. Clinical rather than crude or sacred.

She ground her bosom into my chest while moving her hips forward and back slightly. I found that I was kneading her ass. My mind had nothing to do with it. My hands were just kneading her ass, pulling her hips into mine, grinding her hips into mine. She started moaning and french kissing me. I was kissing her back. She seemed insatiable. The aroma of sex was strong. I knew my desire was insatiable. I was incredibly close to just 'putting it in.'

Barbara said the two words which broke my mood: "Birth Control."

I broke contact. Zena looked annoyed. I noticed that the top of my penis was wet. She was hot to trot too.

I said: "Barb's right. If we continue down the road we were on we would need birth control and I don't have any. You have no idea how strong my urge to have sex with you is."

She said: "Oh. You want me? Really want me?"

I replied: "I lust for you more than any other woman in my life and it started the first second that I saw you. This really scares me. I don't know what it means or how to control it. I am afraid that I want you so much that I wouldn't be able to stop if you said no. That is not who I am."

She responded: "I wouldn't say no."

I then said: "That scares me too. I don't want to hurt you and having sex callously, selfishly would be hurting you. It might not seem that way now but in the longer term it would.

"So right now lets just do some more photography and let our passions subside a little. Are you now comfortable posing nude?"

She looked somewhat dazed and replied: "I guess."

I said: "I want stronger than that. This is your choice, your decision. We are now all nude. Are you comfortable with that?"

She replied: "I've never been nude with anybody before and it's sort of weird but yes I am comfortable being nude with you. I am also comfortable with you taking pictures of me nude."

I began taking photographs. Barbara began directing her into various poses. Zena was a good model taking direction easily. She relaxed into it. A genuine smile appeared. Natural and easy. I moved the lights somewhat several times and took more. I changed the background paper. She was exhibiting a natural grace. I brought over a chair and had her pose in that. I took close to one hundred shots. When I wanted to stop she said not yet and tried to imitate Becca's leg split. She could not get her legs as wide apart as Becca but it was still a very suggestive pose.

I helped her up and we hugged again but calmer.

I had maintained my erection the entire time.

Lunch .

Ann said: "Anyone for lunch?"

She received a chorus of yeses.

She started out the door. Zena asked: "Without clothes?"

Ann turned to her and asked: "Do you think clothes are necessary?"

Zena looked thoughtful and replied: "Actually no. No I don't."

Barbara gathered our clothing, I brought my camera and we headed for the elevator.

We set out drinks and sandwich makings on the dining table. We sat around it. Another four magnificent pairs of tits. I smiled. Ann was reading my mind and asked: "Does this remind you of anything?"

I explained to Becca and Zena about meals at the Wells home and how I enjoyed the scenery.

Ann said: "What did you do?"

I replied: "I kissed the girls on either side of me."

Becca and Zena were sitting closest to me so I leaned over and kissed Becca on her nipple then I leaned the other way and kissed Zena on hers.

Zena moaned. It was all I could do to stop the kiss rather than sucking her nipple into my mouth.

We started preparing sandwiches and pouring drinks.

Zena said: "There is an air of total unreality to all of this. Sitting around naked, being photographed naked and especially having a man want me. That is the most amazing part of all."

I replied: "It shouldn't be. You are a very attractive woman."

She quipped: "I know, especially when I'm naked."

I responded: "I won't deny that I prefer you naked but I also like you very much when you are dressed. I like to have the girls in my life naked."

She moved her chair so she could see my cock and looked over at me. My organ was standing straight up. She said: "I want your thing but at the same time it really scares me."

I asked: "Why."

She said: "It's so big. I don't know if it will fit."

I replied: "It is essentially normal size. Remember a vagina can stretch. It will even stretch enough to pass a baby. "

Barbara said: "Besides Matt is a very considerate lover. He will take time to prepare you."

I jumped in here: "You're making it sound like it is forgone conclusion that I am taking Zena to bed."

Barbara turned to Zena and asked: "Do you want Matt to make love with you?"

Zena looked at me for a long time as if considering the question, smiled and answered: "Passionately."

Then Barbara looked at me and asked: "Matt, do you want to make love with Zena."

I answered: "Yes of course but I want it to be a sacred act and I am not in a place where that seems possible yet. I don't know how to get to that place. I may never be in that place."

Zena asked me: "Are you in that place with Barbara, with Ann, with Connie? Why am I different?"

I took a deep breath and replied: "I want you too much. It is almost animal and I don't like being that out of control. You seem to be a very attractive girl in a great many ways, not just physically. I want to understand what is going on here. I would like to get to know the real Zena. I would like you to get to know the real me. Then if we come together in love - Yes, then it is making love."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Zena asked: "On Wednesday night and again last night I found myself feeling incredibly loved. Do you have any Idea what was happening?"

Becca jumped in: "It happened to me too."

I replied: "Actually I sort of do." I went on to describe what happened during Barbara's dance and after. 

I talked about all the girls I was sending love to and how I heard from some of them afterwards.

I explained that we found two additional ways to trigger it. By making love face to face and via a Sanscrit song. I explained that the song even worked over the phone. Becca and Zena both thought that was really neat.

Then I said: "But with you two I sense lust more than love. I want both of you."

Zena said: "This is a two way street. I want you too. Oh, do I want you."

Rebecca said: "How about a three way street. I want you more than any man I've ever met."

Ann said: "Matt, as you pointed out when you were at our house: strong lust is usually heavy karma or heavy dharma. Let yourself come to a centered space and find out what is going on here."

I replied: "The problem with that is that strong lust pulls one away from that center. I'm sort of hoping that one of you can help find out for me. 

It seems that I have an important dharma to team with Ann and probably Barb to work on but that was and is not generating the lust I feel for Zena and to a certain extent for Becca too. This makes me think that this is karma not dharma."

Ann said: "You're probably right that this is karmic."

Zena asked: "Why karma?"

I replied: "Souls want to be in balance. They will work hard to restore that balance. Lust is a way to set up, I want to say force, an interaction between personalities such that the issue can be faced. Lust tends to be blind however. Many if not most relationships which begin with strong lust end rather unhappily.

"I would think however that if it is merit that is being balanced that as strong a medicine as lust would not be needed or it would be mixed with love. We would then be interacting gently, calmly. 

"It is always possible to clear even the most negative karma painlessly if we can bring enough wisdom to the situation. This only happens in a minority of cases. This classroom features pain for a reason. Pain is an incredibly effective teacher. Still I would like to look for a way that is painless all round."

Zena asked: "What do we do? What can we do?"

I replied: "First work at staying mindful. If we allow ourselves to be caught up in emotion we may well resolve whatever the karma is but in a way that is painful. If we can come at this mindfully, remembering that we are spiritual beings first and foremost, coming to a place of love through awareness, then we can resolve whatever it is gently and painlessly for all involved."

Barb came into the discussion: "I'm getting that this is karma, an old karma, one that had been ripening for a long time. The three of you are all involved in this. I am getting an indication that this is the first time all three of you have been together since the karma generating event.Zena and Becca are not part of our spiritual family.

"All three of you have magnificent auras. This says to me that you are now advanced spiritual beings. Thus you should have the tools to solve this. You were much less advanced the last time you were together."

Becca came in: "Matt, Tell Zena what you told me about Karma."

We talked about karma until dinnertime.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 16



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife, Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapter 16.

Dinner. 

We all pitched in preparing dinner. Part of the time Barbara was wearing an apron for protection as she worked at the stove. She sure looked sexy in it. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of her. The lust I felt for Zena and Becca was spreading.

Zena asked me: "How do think you might hurt me?"

I said: "For example: You are wrestling with a shell. The last thing I want to do is hurt you in a way that drives you deeper into it."

Ann said: "Matt - That is being loving, not lusting."

I replied: "Yeah, but that is will power talking. Part of me doesn't care, part of me doesn't care if she gets hurt or even if she gets pregnant, part of me just wants to screw her. I am feeling splintered and I don't like it. If Barb is right and this is a karmic dance I would like to come to it from a centered place."

I asked: "Barb, Do you have any indication as to what the event was?"

Barbara answered: "No. Other than it is strong. ... Very strong. ... Nasty. ... Cruel. ... Violent."

I asked: "Any indication of who was perp and who was victim?

Barb replied: "No. Besides you should know better than to ask that. There are never perps and victims. There are only actors in the play."

I replied: "You're right of course but what was going on within the play?"

Barbara answered: "We will have to let that unfold."

Ann said: "Matt, do you suppose?"

I replied: "What."

She said: "Your nightmare."

I responded: "Oh, I hope not."

Barbara asked: "What was the nightmare?"

I replied: "A girl being tortured to death in the inquisition."

Zena said: "The inquisition? I had to do a long paper in high school on the inquisition. Our teacher really liked my paper and it ended up that the class used it as the basis of a long discussion."

I asked her: "What did you conclude?"

She replied: "Oh my. I don't know where to start but one thing we did talk about was: 'Is killing and torture justified if it is for a 'good purpose?' ' "

I asked: "What did the class conclude?"

She answered: "It was divided about half and half. Several thought it was important to save souls. Most thought that that was silly. Still others applied the argument in the present day debating the use of torture to stop terrorism. We were all over the place."

I asked: "Where were you?"

She replied: "I was of the opinion that torture was never justified but I found some of the arguments about using it to stop terrorists hard to refute."

Becca entered the conversation: "My uncle served in World War two. His unit helped to free a concentration camp. He had some awful stories to tell about that. His unit also freed some prisoners in Gestapo prisons in France. He was the only man in his unit who could speak French so he had to talk to all of the survivors. The stories he told caused me to have nightmares for years. Especially about what the Germans did to the women. The Germans were using torture to stop those they saw as what we today would call terrorists."

Zena said: "I never thought of that. It would have brought still another aspect to the debate."

I asked: "How about a broader question: What are you willing to do to save a soul?"

Zena replied: "I'm not sure that a soul can be lost. If it can it would seem to me that acting lovingly would be the way to save it. I don't see that a forced statement of belief changes anything but being loving can change a persons mind and ultimately heart."

I smiled. I liked her answer.

I then asked: "What do you think were the real motivations of the inquisitors?"

Zena replied: "From my research it seems that much of it was economic. The powers that be wanted to steal the property of the victims. I am sure that some of those who were involved really believed in what they were doing but I suspect that they were a small minority. The viciousness of much of this makes me wonder about the role of sadism and in particular sexual sadism in all of this." 

I commented: "I wonder how often sexual sadism is based in feelings of inadequacy on the part of the sadist: 'If I can't make her scream in ecstacy I will make her scream in pain.' It would seem to be more about control than anything else. It may also be revenge for perceived or imagined rejection. "

Becca said: "In most of my dreams I was the victim and then I felt powerless but in some I was the German. In those dreams I was feeling powerful." She shuddered.

We talked about these ideas for a while.

I said: "It is also possible that it in many cases it is a low level way of balancing a karma. The abused often becomes the abuser. Playing out both sides of a karma in reverse order."

Ann said: "People who have been abused often have difficulty being loving. Sometimes all these people have is lust. At other times it makes people extra loving."

We kicked those ideas around for a while.

Then we came back to the question of: 'What are good ways to resolve the problem?'

We talked about forgiveness and acceptance.

Becca said: "A small infraction is often easy to forgive but what about really big ones like being a concentration camp guard or something like that? How do we forgive that? How do we accept that?"

I replied: "It comes down to exploring the spiritual purpose behind the thing. I have a friend who argues that the Holocaust was a step in the creation of Israel. He argues that we do not know what Israel is about and neither do the Israelis, that it is much more than just a country or just a homeland for the Jewish people. He claims that the thoughtform that became the Holocaust existed long before the event and was visible to the souls who were eventually caught up in it. They came in knowing it was coming. They were volunteers not victims. We need to salute their courage and thank them in the same way we thank military veterans." 

Continuing: "The karmic loads of the camp guards must be horrendous. Each and every act of sadism must be rebalanced. Some of these people will be busy for hundreds or thousands of lifetimes. I suspect by the end they find ways of balancing things very efficiently. In some ways they are also volunteers. I imagine the early lifetimes would be filled with great brutality aimed at them in what would seem to them to be random events but I wonder about their later lifetimes, where they have some level of spiritual insight. I wonder if they find extra powerful techniques to clear the karmic loads easily and quickly. I suspect that many will eventually lead lives of selfless compassion." 

Becca asked: "Was the Holocaust unique?"

I answered: "In some ways yes and in some ways no. The industrialization was unique but the cruelty was not. If my inquisition dream was at all valid, and we know the torture devices did exist so there is evidence that in some ways it was valid, then the cruelty for the sake of cruelty is nothing new."

Zena asked: "What happened in your dream?"

I answered: "Ann and I wrote it down. Would you like me to read it?"

Zena, Becca and Barbara all said yes.

I went to the living room computer. It took a minute to bring it up.

The dream itself: 

I read: "It was well into the afternoon when I was brought to the priest, a mild looking little man with a soft voice. I was confident this would soon be resolved as the priest was someone I remembered from my childhood as being kindly. 

"He asked we to confess my heresies and read me a list of my supposed ones. I explained that I had committed none of those things. He repeated his request and I repeated my denial He also wanted to know who was working with me. He specifically wanted to know about a family friend who was a well to do merchant.

"I said to him: 'You know me. You know that I am not a heretic.'

"He replied: 'Don't you see that that doesn't matter. You should just confess, name your accomplices and be done with it.'

"He asked a third time with a sharper edge to his questions. Again I explained that I had done none of those things. He then rang a small bell which was on the table in front of him. 

"Two burley men arrived and grabbed me by the arms and took me to the dungeon. This was a noisy place, full of both screams and whimpers. 

"One held me while the other removed my clothes. He was careful not to damage them and at first I thought that that was a hopeful sign, that I would get them back. That was until one man said: 'Ye'll not be needing these again.' The other laughed and said: 'They'll look good on me wife.' They attached chains to my wrists and pulled me toward the ceiling. The smaller one attached a chain to each ankle and then to loops in the floor. I was hanging by my arms with my legs wide apart and my feet barely touching the floor. 

"The larger one brought out a whip and began to flog me. Basically hitting my back and ass. He counted out forty strokes then poured salt water over my wounds. They lowered the chain slightly.

"The priest had been standing in the background. He came forward and repeated his questions. I repeated my denials. He repeatedly asked me about who helped me with my supposed sins. He was pointedly asking about the merchant. I told him no one. He told the two men to continue in the morning.

"They blindfolded me. The men then moved me to a different part of the dungeon. My feet were again chained wide apart. I was bent forward over something hard and cold. It felt like metal. My arms were stretched out in front of me and tied firmly in place. My head was hanging down. This position was agony but nothing else seemed to be happening. The screams were subsiding but not the whimpers.

"Several times there seemed to be a group of men standing around me. They said things like: 'Isn't she the pretty one' followed by: 'She won't be for long' and: 'Better use her tonight.' I felt hands on me fondling my breasts and genitals. Stroking my body. Eventually I was left alone.

"Then I was raped and raped again and again. I did not keep count but it was probably twenty times. Some of them used my anus. Being slammed against the bar at my hips was bruising them badly. The pain was excruciating or so I thought. I was soon to experience worse, much worse. I was basically dangling by the bar or whatever it was at my hips and my arms. Hours went by.

"I started to hear sounds of activity and both the screaming and whimpering increased significantly. I felt someone touching my privates and then one breast. It was the priest who commented: 'It is a shame to damage such a beautiful body.' He again repeated his questions and I repeated my denials. He said he was sorry and implored me to confess. He again said that it did not matter if I was actually guilty.

"My arms were released only to be chained over my head again. I was given water. The priest said a prayer for my soul.

"They flogged me again. The priest again questioned me. 

"Then I was bent over again. I heard a discussion about using the pear. I had no idea what that was but I was soon to find out. The priest said to go ahead. Something was rammed into my vagina and then it expanded. Pain like I never imagined would be possible. These men were skilled in its use. Any more expansion and I am sure I would have been split apart. I screamed and screamed and finally just whimpered. 

"They collapsed it and removed it. The priest again questioned me. This time they put it up my ass. This was every bit as painful. The priest was sounding like he was gloating at my misery. Finally the pear was removed and I was again made to stand. The priest questioned me yet again. I was given water. Then I felt my breasts being impaled. Something sharp was being run through each one, withdrawn and reinserted. This was done over and over. Again the priest questioned me.

"They let me dangle for a while. Then I felt a scorching pain in one breast. I was almost overcome by the smell of burning flesh. This was repeated over and over to both. My ass was also burned. The priest was supervising. He sounded jubilant as he said: 'Burn her again' or 'Burn the Devil out of her' over and over.

"When they stopped I was delirious with pain. They let me hang there. Eventually the priest returned. Same questions. I was no longer capable of answering.

"The sounds were quieting down. Apparently night was approaching. 

"I was lowered down only to be strung up again by my ankles. I was left for the night. I no longer had control of my bladder. My urine stung what was left of my breasts.

"By morning I was totally incoherent. They lowered me down and removed my blindfold. I got to see the charred and mangled mess that used to be my breasts. They attached me to a flat stone slab and left me whimpering for the rest of the day. I was given water at intervals. The priest came by and attempted to question me but I was not in a state where that was possible. He said a prayer over me. He told my torturer to plan to burn me more and then use the wheel tomorrow. The night was uneventful.

"I found myself thinking: 'I am going to die here. My birthday is a week away. I will not see twenty one. Twenty is too young to die and this is no way to do so.'

"The next morning I was again questioned and again refused to confess. They wheeled up a portable forge and one man used a bellows to heat the end of a metal rod until it was glowing bright red.

"The priest said: 'You won't be tempting men any more my girl' and applied it to my cheek, almost burning through to my teeth. He burned the other cheek. He acted like he was going to burn out my eyes but didn't. It was reheated and he burned the insides of my thighs. It was reheated again and rammed up my vagina. It was again reheated and applied flat around my vagina. The smell of burning hair and flesh was nauseating. I couldn't see but I imagined that there was not much left down there.

"Then he tried to question me again. I was pretty much delirious but still managed to refuse to confess.

" They took my left arm and began methodically crushing the bones in my fingers. They slowly worked their way up to my upper arm. Part of the time the pain was unbelievable but mostly I was just numb. No pain sensations from anywhere. I was totally detached as I watched the wheel slowly crushing my arm.

"They stopped several times so a priest could question me but I was incapable of giving any coherent response. The priest seemed to be enjoying himself.

"They moved the wheel to my left leg. I died about the time they reached my knee. Just before I died I started laughing. This infuriated both the priest and the lead torturer.

"The priest knew that I was innocent. I knew that he knew. He knew that I knew that he knew. The torturer didn't care. He was just doing his job. He was annoyed however that he had not managed to break me. He considered that a failure. He did not like failing. He did not often fail.

"When they realized that I had died the priest was even angrier. I had died too soon."

"I seemed to be watching from above the scene. I looked down and thought: 'What pitiful creatures.' " 

As I read this I found myself reliving the event in all of its terror. Instantly I was angry and just as quickly it faded. I was re-experiencing everything but the actual pain. We do not remember physical pain. That is a good thing.

Discussion. 

Becca and Zena looked at each other, then they looked down. It was almost like they knew, at least subconsciously.

Barbara said: "Wow."

I thought: 'That is the first time I've heard Barbara say wow.'

She later told me that she was responding to the changes in my aura. Apparently I put on quite a light show.

Zena asked: "Do you feel that this is a past life?"

I replied: "Now more than ever. There are some interesting aspects however: I am very proud of not betraying my friend."

Zena asked: "How is it possible to forgive something like that?"

Barbara replied: "With enough wisdom anything is possible."

We talked about wisdom.

Bedtime. 

When it was time for bed I wanted to sleep with Ann. No sex tonight. I just wanted to be held. I wanted total love as only Ann can provide. Barbara can also be very nurturing but in a different way.

Barbara gave me a truly wonderful hug. She was healing my psyche just like she had healed my body. I had my eyes closed. I fully expected to find her glowing a soft white when I opened them. She wasn't but the healing was very real.

I could not bring myself to hug either Zena or Becca. It did not seem like the right thing to do in either case. The lust was gone. No anger, just a slight distaste.

Waking the next morning I knew how my dying in the inquisition served me. After that I was never as willing to believe religious authority. I would find myself much more willing to go inside for answers. In several lives I really was a heretic but I was never caught by the church authorities. This death in many ways kick started my soul's journey to awareness. I found myself thankful that it had happened. Here was the Taoist farmer story again. Again it was writ large. I found myself thinking that I can forgive Zena and Becca except that there is nothing to forgive. I was a volunteer not a victim. All that is left is love. I was in a truly centered place. I was free to love.

Ann was aware of the process happening within me. She hugged me extra tight. I was aware of all the love she was sending my way. I was aware that I was responding in kind.

[Zena found herself crying her self to sleep without really understanding why. She woke up in the middle of the night thinking; 'I was the priest. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have allowed myself to be corrupted by those around me? How could I take pleasure in the pain of another, an innocent other. It seemed so easy at the time.' 

She knew that she had no right to ask for forgiveness and yet she found herself devoutly praying that it would come. She resolved to do whatever was necessary to bring about Matt's full recovery from this trauma. Matt and everyone else. Then she suddenly knew Matt was the last one. She accepted the debt, in full and unconditionally.] 

[Becca tossed and turned. She knew but was not ready to admit it consciously. Finally she was lying there wide awake. She knew. 

She tried to rationalize: 'It was just a job.' A little voice inside said: 'Part of the Buddha's eight fold way is right employment. Was this right employment?' She shuddered, realizing the answer was a resounding: "NO." 

She found herself identifying with the Germans in her uncle's stories. She was horrified that this was part of her nature. 

She thought: 'If I didn't do it someone else would have. The little voice said: 'But you did do it.'

She thought: 'I was just following orders.' The little voice said: 'You willingly followed orders that you knew in your heart were not proper - You made the choices.'

She screamed: "No, no, no." The little voice said: 'yes.- yes,yes,yes.'

She sobbed: "Yes."

She knew that she had enjoyed the feeling of power. Now she felt powerless.




Driving in Snow Ch. 16



Part of her just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.]

Breakfast. 

Ann and I wore bathrobes into the kitchen to find Barbara, also in a robe, preparing to make a batch of pancakes. 

I looked at Barbara and said: "Another Taoist farmer story."

She replied: "Always is, if you dig deep enough."

We hugged. What a hug. She knew I was OK. I felt very loved.

Ann looked at Barb's preparations and went and knocked on Becca's door: "Breakfast in fifteen minutes." She repeated the message at Zena's door."

Ann started frying bacon. I set the table.

Becca came in. She was wearing an opaque nightgown. She didn't say anything and looked downcast.

Zena joined us. She was wearing pajamas. She looked at me and said: "I was the priest, I know that. That lifetime was a horrible mistake in so many ways and what I did to you in that lifetime was perhaps my biggest mistake of all. I have no excuses, none are possible, but I want to say how terribly sorry I am and ask for something that I have no right to ask for: notably your forgiveness."

She sank to her knees and continued: "I saw the suffering you experienced last night as you told the story. I am willing to do whatever it takes to help you heal. That is the least I can do."

She was tearing up.

I asked her if she knew the story of the Taoist farmer. She didn't so I told it:

"The farmer owned an old mare and one day this horse jumped the fence and ran away. His neighbors commiserated but the farmer said: "What is good, and what is bad? We shall see." Several weeks later the mare returned herding a young stallion and several wild mares. The neighbors congratulated him for his good fortune but again the farmer said: "What is good, what is bad? We shall see." The farmer's only son was thrown while trying to ride one of the new horses and broke a leg. The farmer still said: "What is good, what is bad?" The next week the army came through the area conscripting young men, but the son had a broken leg and was not taken. What is good, what is bad?"

Zena asked: "How could any good possibly come out of what I did?"

I replied: "It kick-started my spiritual journey."

I paused then continued: "But I want to make a point here. You as personality did not do those things and I as personality did not have them done to me. Yes, we are the continuation of those lives in physical manifestation and we have the responsibility to rebalance what was left unbalanced, but we can do that from our divine centers and our divine centers are pure love. Karma is primarily a learning tool and the primary lessons relate to being loving. You are no longer the priest, you have learned much since that lifetime. Let those learnings shine. "

She kissed my feet.

I said: "Thank you but I am not a guru. I am just another student, another soul on the road to awareness.

I took her hands and helped her stand. We hugged. It was delicious. She cried.

I just held her for a long time.

I said: "Last night Barb said something profound, notably that we are actors in a play. If this is a play or better yet a game, an illusion setup to allow divinity to explore the totality of possible experience, then we can choose to let it go."

Zena replied: "Are you saying that even this is the oneness of Divinity taking on all roles?"

Both Barbara and I answered: "Yes."

I stepped back, bowed and said: "Namaste." 

I turned to Becca, bowed and said: "Namaste." to her as well.

Becca asked: "What does that mean?"

I replied: "I salute the divinity at the center of your being." 

I paused then added: "My Atman honors your Atman. But remember Atman, God individualized, is really Brahman, the one God. There is only one of us."

We continued this discussion through breakfast. Becca remained silent.

As we finished our meal Ann said: "I need to retrieve something from my dorm. Becca will you come with me?"

Becca nodded. They both went to dress. Barb, Zena and I cleaned up the dishes and pans.

Ann returned, gave me a hug and whispered: "Condoms. I also want some one on one with Bacca."

I replied: "Good luck with that."

Becca returned and she and Ann left.

Barb, Zena and I moved to the living room. We found ourselves talking about the relationship between love and karma. We found it interesting how each served the other. 

Zena was beginning to feel really loved. There was healing for me in all of this but even more for Zena. 

Zena wanted to hug me. We did. She was very affectionate.

Our hug was not sexual but it was very loving. We kissed, gently, tenderly. It was just what we both needed. We sat together on the sofa.

I heard the sound of the red rocket pulling into the garage.

Zena was talking about how she felt that a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders and how absolutely wonderful that felt.

I commented: "You are now free to really stand tall."

We laughed, she quipped: "I sure can."

She said that she now felt free to love and be loved.

We kicked these ideas around for twenty minutes.

Barbara commented that we were both showing magnificent auras. That we were both showing a state which she interpreted as very spiritually aware and very loved and loving at the same time.

Zena and I both agreed.

I realized Ann and Becca had not appeared. I went to the window and looked at the garage. The door was open and the tail of the Miata was visible.

I guessed that some deep discussion was underway.

Barbara said: "Becca's aura was dull and brownish when she left. I hope she will allow Ann to help her."

Zena said: "That's how it works, isn't it."

I looked at Barb and asked: "Is it time for our song?"

She replied: "I think you are right."

Zena looked confused.

Barb and I sat opposite each other, looked into each other's eyes and Barbara began to sing.

Her eyes were quickly the liquid fire again. I found that I was radiating love again. Zena took my hand and squeezed it tight. Barb and I were merging into one very loving being. Blissful and very intense at the same time. We knew this was the right thing to do for Becca as well as Zena. We held it for about ten minutes.

When we stopped we both went: "Whew."

Zena kissed me.

I heard the sound of car doors slamming followed by the sound of the garage door.

They came up the front stairs.

Becca was in the lead. She was smiling. Ann gave me a high sign.

I held my arms open to Becca and spread my feet. We shared a wonderful hug.

Afterwards Ann and I hugged as well. She whispered: "You timed it perfectly. You do do good work in your good works." I kissed her. She set a paper bag down on the coffee table.

I nodded toward Becca as I said to Ann: "You do good work in your good works too."

Ann said to Becca: "Tell Matt what you have been struggling with."

Becca said: "I have long wondered if I were a Jew surviving a concentration camp: would I be able to forgive a camp guard? Especially if he was a sadistic guard. I have long felt that I could not, that some things are just past forgiving. Well today I found that I was the equivalent of such a guard and I'm faced with the question of how to forgive myself."

We talked about this for a while.

She commented that being sent a big dose of what she saw as unconditional love really helped but she was not sure that it would hold.

The conversation continued. 

Ann asked Barbara: "Do you still want to go to Crossgates?"

Barb replied: "Crossgates?"

Ann answered: "The big mall south of Albany."

To which Barbara replied: "Yes, more than ever." 

Turning to Becca: " Becca will you come too? We can talk in the car."

Becca said: "OK."

Barb went to dress.

The rest of us shared something unusual: A group hug. The energy with it was delicious.

I asked Becca if she was all right. She turned the question around. I explained how I thought the event had served me. She seemed both relieved and still somewhat ashamed. 

It was clear to me that she had not fully come to terms with what she had done. Ann had helped her, Ann had helped a lot but the journey was a long one. 

Later Ann would convey to me that Becca in some ways still felt the pull of the dark side. Part of her wanted to feel "powerful," to be in control.

Barbara returned and the three of them headed down the stairs. I went to the window and watched as the SUV backed out of the garage.

Zena. 

Zena came up behind me. I felt her breasts pressing into my shoulders. She wrapped her arms around me. I wrapped my arms around hers. She was radiating gentleness. I felt loved.

I found that I still wanted to make love with Zena but now as a sacred act. As a recognition of our ultimate oneness. As a recognition of shared divinity.

We stayed like this for perhaps a minute.

I dropped my arms and turned around. She spread her feet and we came back together. Soft kisses. 

I was feeling union. It was different from the union with Barb. This seemed more universal somehow. I was feeling oneness not just with Zena but with the entire universe.

I brought my hands to her front and began to unbutton her top. She brought her legs together and pushed her bottoms down. By the time I had the top unbuttoned she was stepping out of her bottoms. She peeled off her top and smiled a glorious smile. Then she slid off my robe.

We hugged again. She said: "This time I am spreading my legs."

She looked shy as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I picked up the paper bag as we passed the coffee table.

We folded back the bed covers. I picked up a towel from the stack which Joyce had helpfully left for the room's occupant's use. I spread it out on the bed where I thought Zena;s hips would be. Next I took a single condom package out of the box and set it on the night table.

We came into each other's arms and necked for a few minutes, complete with grinding bodies and dancing tongues. She became really hot really fast.

We moved to the bed lying diagonally across it with her hips on the towel. She was on her back while I was on my side at her side.

She was grinning ear to ear. We continued with dancing tongues while I caressed her bosom. She loved it. I kissed and nibbled my way slowly down to her nipples. She held my head to her breast. I kissed, sucked, tweaked and lightly nibbled on her nipple. Then I moved to the other one.

I began to caress her tummy, working in slow circles lower and lower. I began feather light touches of the ends of her pubic hair. She began to pant and rock her hips. The aroma of her arousal was almost overpowering. I moved my hand lower still, caressing and massaging her labia. Everything was dripping wet, smooth and slippery. I slipped my index finger inside her and began to swirl it around. She responded by alternately squeezing my finger and releasing it. She was incredibly tight even when released. Eventually I was able to work a second finger deep inside but I was not able to touch bottom. All the while she was moaning, panting and muttering things like: "Yes, Oh yes, Oh God yes, Oh, Ohhh." 

She seemed to get a little more control of herself and said: "Put it in, For Heaven's sake put it in me."

I stopped. She looked at me with almost desperation in her eyes.

I said: "Time to put on a condom."

She relaxed noticeably and asked: "Can I put it on you?" 

I said: "Sure" and handed her the package. She tore it open and then looked slightly confused. 

I then said: "Roll it on, just leave a bit of room at the end for the semen." 

She did just that, with a delighted grin on her face. She was still breathing hard. Her upper chest was still bright red.

She rolled back onto her back and spread her legs wide. I settled on top of her. I began sucking on her nipple again while running the end of my shaft up and down between her labia, finally entering her. I used my usual technique of working my way in slowly. She never showed any sign of discomfort. Instead she was in ecstacy, totally enraptured. She held onto me with her arms and wrapped her long legs around my butt. She rocked her hips finally gaining synch with me. I was using long slow strokes, going from almost fully out to buried to the hilt. She was screaming and tossing her head around. I sped up somewhat still using long strokes.

Then her orgasm hit. Her scream intensified, she squeezed inside and out, her whole body convulsed and convulsed. Then she relaxed. Profound relaxation. She moaned softly. Then breathed a deep slow breath, the sound of pure contentment. 

She said: "Ohhh, Oh thank you. I had no idea."

I went back to sucking on a nipple and started to stroke again.

She said: "Please no. Not yet. I'm just too sensitive."

I stopped deep inside her.

Then she lifted my head and asked: "You haven't finished yet have you?"

I replied: "No."

She said: "Does the condom interfere with your pleasure?"

I replied: "Somewhat."

Then she said: "You wouldn't need it if you finished in my ass. Do you want to do that?"

I asked: "Do you?"

She replied: "I want you to have as heavenly a time as I just had."

I slipped out. She lifted her legs higher making her ass available. Her entire backside was covered in her secretions. I rubbed a finger around to coat it and then pressed it into her anus. 

She whimpered happily and said: "Go ahead."

I was nowhere near coming.

I removed the condom, made one deep stroke in her vagina to lubricate myself and then entered her ass slowly.

She moaned happily and said: "Oh yes. I like this."

I stroked away for a few minutes.

Then she said: "My legs are cramping up. How about if I roll over."

We changed positions. She splayed out on the bed, keeping the towel in place.

I reentered her. She was soon sounding every bit as aroused as she had earlier.

I reached my orgasm. She had another is I ejaculated into her.

We lay there spent. She whispered: "I love you."

I replied: "I love you too." Somehow that reply seemed inadequate.

She was relaxing. I could feel it throughout the body under me. So was I. My erection subsided and I slipped out.

She went to sleep. I moved off of her gently so as to not wake her. There was a smile on her lips.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 17



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.





Chapter 17.



Mystical experience. 

I left Zena sleeping in the bedroom, went and used the bidet. Then I  came out and sat down on the sofa. I was feeling a state of tremendous calm, all was right with the world, all was right in the world. I began to breath count.

It was not long to where the breath counting had dropped away and I was in a transcendent state. The entire universe was at my fingertips. I was flying - soaring above the clouds. I was in a space where all there was was love. I found myself singing songs that I had never even heard before, songs in Sanscrit, beautiful songs, songs of beauty. I danced around the sky in time with my songs. I knew who I was. More, I knew what I was. It shifted into pure union. There was an All and I was in union with it. I was it and it was me. I was one with everything and everyone. Beauty, pure beauty, love, pure love, joy, pure joy. It was all beyond words. 

I found myself coming out. I tried to hold on to it. As soon as I tried to hold on to it it was gone.

The sense of calm remained. 

I picked up my robe and put it on.

I sat on the sofa. Not meditating, not sleeping but not really awake either. Pleasantly zoned out.



The girls return. 

I heard the sound of a garage door. The girls were back. I got up and looked out the back window. The SUV was pulling into the garage. The girls came up the stairs. All were smiling. Ann and Barbara carried bags, Becca did not.

I said: "I take it your trip was a success?"

All three nodded.

Ann asked where Zena was. 

I said: "Napping."

Ann gave me a knowing smile.

Becca started filling me in on their discussions. Mostly it was about forgiveness, forgiveness of others and forgiveness of self. 

Zena joined us. She was nude. She seemed totally comfortable that way even though the other girls were fully dressed. She was somewhat disheveled. There was some dried blood in her pubic hair and a broad smile on her face. 

I knew Ann and Barb were OK with Zena's appearance but I was not sure about Becca. I need not have worried. 

Becca said that she now had a handle on forgiveness. "One area that we only touched on and Ann suggested that I ask you about is the area of power."

I replied: "Power is a tricky subject. In physics power is the rate of change of energy and energy is the ability to do work, specifically force through a distance. Force is the rate of change of momentum. But we mean something very different when we talk of people having power."

"Mostly when people think of power it is the power to get our own way which becomes the power to instill fear. Political power, military power, police power, power of the state, even power of a boss over an employee. Chairman Mao talked of political power growing out of the barrel of a gun. This type of power is what Gary Zukav calls: 'external power.'

"Likewise embracing external power turns off spiritual guidance. Consider Hitler - He was very intuitive and very trusting in his intuition but that intuition worked to bring about Germany's defeat. One might say that even his intuition was serving divine purpose."

Ann said: "He certainly was not so powerful at the end. He had made his world a fearful place and he succumbed to that fear. Stalin also made his world a fearful place and it didn't help him at his end either. He had a stroke one night and nobody was willing to risk his wrath by checking on him in his bedroom. Finally, many days later, they got his daughter to check on him and he was dead, having died several days after the stroke."

I then said: "The Taoists talk of a very different form of power which is called Te. Te is a very difficult word to translate into English. Virtue combined with power comes close but it is a subtle form of power. When ordinary people see someone with Te, they may say: 'Boy, is he lucky.' It is far more than luck, it is going with the cosmic flow. Lao Tzu even claimed that insects will not bite people with Te. It is about living harmlessly, living lovingly but it is a subtle form of loving. Te is actually much more powerful than external power. At the individual level it is the power of soul love and soul awareness. At the higher levels it becomes the power of shared divinity, shared oneness.

"Going with the cosmic flow is not being subservient to any God in any form. Instead it is doing what your heart most desires, what will maximize happiness for yourself and everyone you are interacting with. It is pure freedom."

Becca responded: "I never thought of power in those terms before."

I continued: "Te also turns 'on' synchronicity and the recognition of synchronicity, in fact it turns it on in ways that life can become one long serendipity. Recognizing synchronicity and serendipity can become a form of spiritual guidance, a very happy form.

Our discussion continued.

At one point Becca said: "Thinking about the torturer and the girl. Yes the torturer killed her but she really had the power. He could not get her to confess which was his goal. As she was dying she laughed at him. He was really powerless. All he could do was kill her which was not his purpose at all."

Barbara said: "When we stop fearing death, what is left to fear? Really?"

I said: "That is the point, external power fails when people stop being afraid. The Berlin wall came down without a shot being fired when the citizens of East Germany stopped being afraid. One neat fact about that is that all the candy stores in West Berlin sold out that night."

Our conversation slowly came to an end.

Becca seemed radient.



Lunch. 

Then we stopped for lunch. The conversation became lighter as we ate lunch.

I asked the girls what they had bought.

Ann said: "Three dresses including a classic black dress and dancing shoes. Do you think I can talk you into taking me dancing?"

I answered: "You won't have to try very hard at all. I would love to take you dancing."

I turned to Barb and asked her: "And what did you get?"

She answered: "I also bought a classic black dress and another but I already have dancing shoes. I am sure you will want pictures."

Ann suggested that I turn on some music. I went and put on an album of waltz music.

Zena, Becca and I loaded the dishwasher and put away the extra food while Ann and Barbara went to change. Zena continued to be totally relaxed. Most of the time her nipples were hard. She still smelled of sex.

I gave Becca and Zena hugs while we waited for Ann and Barb to return. Both were delicious. Zena was radiating pure joy. The energy with Becca was more subtle but even more powerful. She was radiating unconditional love.



Ann returned. She looked stunning. The dress was strapless and ended just above the knee.

The neckline was such that she was showing just a little bit of cleavage.

I said: "May I have this dance?"

She came into my arms and we danced for about thirty seconds.

I went: "Mmm. Nice."

Barbata returned. She was also wearing a strapless black dress. Her's was showing considerable cleavage and featured a skirt which ended at mid thigh. 

She tapped Ann on the shoulder and said: "May I cut in?"

Ann replied: "Of course." and stepped aside.

Barbara and I danced for about another minute.

I whispered to her: "What does Becca's aura look like?"

She replied: "Radiant, beautiful - I think we have done it."

Then we stopped. Everyone was smiling.



Then we headed for the studio.

I took many wonderful pictures of both girls after which they headed upstairs to change.

Then I took some of Zena including a series of close ups of her pubic hair and her yoni. She thought that was neat.

Ann returned wearing a dress with a scoop neck showing slightly more cleavage. The dress went to mid thigh. Cute dress. Again I took pictures.

Barb joined us wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps. She was showing considerable cleavage. It also went to mid thigh. She looked beautiful in it.

Ann went to change again. 

I took lots of pictures of Barbara.

Ann returned wearing a green button down the front dress with a squared off neckline showing a good deal of cleavage. The lack of a bra was obvious. The dress ended at the top of her thighs. If it was an inch shorter she would be showing the black lace thong she wore with it.

Ann said: "I am not planning on wearing this one to class. It is special for just my lover."

Again I took lots of photographs. Ann clowned around a bit and finally removed her thong.

I ended the shoot with an erection.

We went back upstairs and again sat on the sofa.

Barbara went to her bedroom and returned nude. She said: "That's better or should I have done a strip tease?"

Ann said: "Maybe I should do one or maybe get Matt to help."

Ann stood, turned to me and said: "Would you like to do the honors?"

I replied: "Of coarse." and began with the top button. I hummed the melody of "the Stripper" as I unbuttoned her dress. She did a couple of bumps and grinds. I was surprised that she knew the moves.

When I unbuttoned the last button and it fell open. Ann slipped it off her shoulders onto the floor. Ann said: "Practical dress."

Becca said: "What about me."

I asked: "Are you up for a strip tease?"

Bacca answered: "Sure."

I said: "Hold on."

I went to the stereo selected a CD and brought up the David Rose orchestra playing: "The Stripper."

Becca danced to it doing a very credible strip tease. She put lots of emphasis on both her bumps and her grinds. 

When she finished we all applauded. She bowed. We stood and applauded some more.

She said: "Wow. A standing ovation."

Smiles all around.

I took off my robe.

It was time for hugs all around. Great energy with everyone.

Becca was still radiating unconditional love. Even stronger than before.

I whispered to her: "What would you most like now?"

She whispered back: "I would like to make love with you."



Becca. 

I looked quizzically at Ann. She nodded. Barbara caught that communication and nodded too.

Becca whispered to me: "You took after pictures of Zena. I want you to take before and after pictures of me."

I said: "Come on." and took her hand. We took the elevator to the studio. 

I put my macro lens on the camera and took a number of shots. First with things as they naturally were and then some after spreading her lips. 

Then I took her in my arms for some serious necking. I added playing with her breasts. She was getting real hot real fast. At the moment she did not seem to be radiating unconditional love, instead it was playful joy. I caressed her pussy and it was still pussy and found it very juicy. We stopped for another round of pictures. She thought that was neat.

We went upstairs to her bedroom. I brought the camera. We lay down on her bed and made out for a while. 

She was again radiating unconditional love. With that I found I was entering a sacred view of things. She seemed to be also. We petted until she could comfortably take two fingers and was near orgasm . I asked her if she was ready and she replied: "Yes, God yes." 

We began in the missionary position but we quickly shifted to astride. She began doing a rotary motion with her hips that was amazing. She exploded in orgasm. 

She leaned forward to kiss me and I slipped out. She then said: "I want to try something."

She moved to her back on the bed. She brought her legs up under her arms and her feet under her head, such that she was now basically leading with her yoni. I reinserted myself and pumped away while she threw her head back and forth while making a long series of incoherent sounds. She started having another orgasm and this time her vagina was squeezing and quivering in a way that triggered mine.

She wrapped her legs around me and said in a soft and sweet voice: "Oh, I love you so."

We kissed gently and sweetly for several minutes.

Then she said: "You need to take more pictures."

I did. 

I found the differences between the before and after photos quite striking.



Aftermath. 

We both used the bidet before joining the others.

Hugs all around.

Ann asked: "Is the inquisition karma finally resolved?" 

I looked at Zena and Becca, They both smiled and nodded. 

I answered: "Yes. Yes in a way where we are free to love." 

Barbara also responded: "Your auras appear to support that answer also."

Becca said: "Thank God."

Barbara replied: "Yes I think we can all thank God."

We discussed completion for a while.

As that conversation ended Becca said: "I would like to demonstrate my floor exercise routine. I am sure you would get some wonderful pictures."

Zena asked: "Dressed as you are?"

Becca said : "Certainly."

The girls moved the sofas out of the way while I want downstairs to change lenses.

Becca retrieved a CD from her bag.

Her routine was almost a dance. I clicked away as she performed.

When she finished I suggested she do it again and I would video record it.

We did.

Then I played both versions on the TV. Becca was thrilled with both.

I went to my office and burned a CD for her.

Then we sat down to an early dinner.

Relaxed conversations. Lots of loving energy flowing every which way. 

Zena said: "If I died tomorrow I would die happy. My life complete."

I responded: "You just might. If your souls's only purpose this lifetime was to balance that karma it might decide to leave now. You might have some other missions to work on or you might want to enjoy some free time. It is up to you as personality and you as soul."

We talked about this all through dinner.

After dinner more hugs and the girls then packed up to head back to school.

The prana flow in our final hugs was awesome even though we were dressed.

Zena was starting to tear up as she drove away.

So was I.

To be continued



Driving in Snow Ch. 18



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapter 18.

The studio evolves

We had been making small changes to the studio. We added several different kinds of chairs. I also had three different stools. We moved most of the conference chairs across the hall into the third office. We added a sofa and several throw rugs. We also acquired a large free standing mirror and an eight foot stepladder.

I occasionally used the ladder as a prop but mostly I used it to shoot from a high angle. I got some neat shots that way.

Joyce found a large plastic sheet that we could use to protect things when I used oil on a model. Janet and Joyce both really enjoyed being photographed oiled. The results were spectacular. Ann really looked good too.

Joyce was imaginative in coming up with props. Joyce found a large red plastic ball that turned into a popular prop. Balloons and soap bubbles were also popular.

Joyce says she is looking for a bear skin rug: "So I can be bare on a bear skin rug."

I bought a set of colored gels for effect lighting. They made for some interesting experiments.

Impromptu pool party.

A bunch of girls were together in Ann and Janet's dorm room the next Saturday afternoon when Janet let slip that Ann had a pool. Much discussion followed and it was decided that it was time for an impromptu pool party. Everybody went and changed.

Ann brought Ruth in the Miata while the rest of the girls followed Janet on foot.

I was working in the office when Ann arrived. She introduced Ruth and said there were five more girls plus Janet coming.

I asked: "Am I invited?"

Ann said: "Sure, why not. Bring your camera."

We went to put on bathing suits.

The rest of the girls arrived. Ann introduced everybody: "Joan, Ellen, Candy, Robin and Linda."

She introduced me as: "My good friend, spiritual compatriot and business partner: Matt."

Ann led us to the pool. I brought up the rear. Ruth had an amazing wiggle in her walk.

Everyone peeled down to bathing suits. The girls were all wearing fairly tame bikinis except Ruth who was wearing a one piece suit.

The sky was virtually cloudless, bright sun. Ann asked if anyone wanted sun-screen. Everyone said yes. She had two types. One at a moderate rating that was waterproof and another with a higher rating that needed to be reapplied after swimming.

Everybody jumped in. There was much splashing and giggling. We were having fun. Both the slide and the waterfall were popular. I started taking pictures.

We had fun.

I found myself having a one on one conversation with each of the girls over the course of the party. Some of them were light and superficial and some went deeper. All were pleasant. Ann picks nice friends.

I was comfortable with them. They were comfortable with me.

I found that Joan spooked me. She looked just like Jean, my first love, sounded like Jean, used some of the same expressions as Jean, same astronomical intelligence, clowned around like Jean and had the same, somewhat warped, sense of humor.

I had an interesting chat with Candy. She hated her name. She explained her name really was Candy not Candace or some other name with the nickname Candy. When she was small she was teased about it but now she found a different reaction. Many boys assumed that it meant that she would be sexually free. This had become an ongoing problem for her. She explained that her parents had been hippies and thought naming her Candy would be 'sweet.' She further explained that they were still into drugs and this had convinced her to studiously avoid them.

I commented to her that I viewed the 60's as a great big move toward spirituality but that it had been sidetracked by drugs. Too many people were looking for an easy way to do it. The funny part of that is that when you are doing it right the journey becomes effortless.

She was very glad to have met Ann, saying: "Ann has been a huge help to me. My parent's lifestyle is not a good role model in general and yet there are some aspects that do appeal but the whole thing does not make sense to me. I became a physics major thinking that physicists really understood the nature of reality. I found out that most physicists studiously avoid the reality question. Ann on the other hand is looking at it in some profound ways. Ann has her head on straight and is helping me get straightened out too. She is also such a nice person."

There were some neat group discussions too. The girls very much treated me as just another member of the group. That felt really good.

At one point I had been talking about Tao and how it was a no-thing as opposed to nothing and how it does nothing and by doing nothing leaves nothing undone.

Ruth asked me if I believed in God.

I answered: "That depends on what you mean by God. If by the word God you mean the old Guy with the long white beard who wears a flowing robe and sits on a golden throne in far away heaven, then no. I do not believe that that God exists or more accurately I believe that that God exists only as a thought-form. Thought-forms exist as proto-life and are created by the minds of sentient beings. Likewise, I believe that Satan is also just a thought-form. On the other hand I do believe that there is a consciousness behind and beyond all of physical manifestation. That consciousness infuses and animates all life. There is a divine spark at the center of each of us."

This discussion went far and wide.

Later we took the girls on a tour of 3i and the apartment. The photos in the hall received a great deal of praise. Ann pointed out that I took them. I explained that photography had long been a hobby of mine. I offered to photograph any of the girls. When they saw the studio their eyes did light up.

We then took them on a tour of upstairs.

Janet wanted a hug. I ended up hugging each in turn. Good hugs in every case. Especially with Joan.

Ann drove them back in the SUV.

Another pool party.

We continued the party the next day. Same group of people with one addition. Robin asked Ann if she could bring her roommate, Gail, along. Ann answered: "Sure. The more the merrier."

Gail was well padded with a truly massive bosom, flat tummy, light brown hair, cute face and a five foot six frame.

Lots of hugs. It is fun hugging pretty girls in bikinis.

Joan's hug was especially delicious.

Gail started out defensive. She held her arms and bent forward such that her bosom barely touched my chest but warmed up allowing some contact. She ended up blushing.

Several of the girls asked me to apply their sun-screen.

The slide got some use. Janet came down and her top came off. She decided to set it aside.

Ruth objected: "Janet, what are you doing? Matt is here."

Janet replied: "I know. Matt is a cool guy. He won't mind."

Ruth turned to Ann: "Ann, what do you think?"

Ann replied: "We have total privacy here. If Janet wants to go topless it is OK by me. If anyone wants to go topless it is OK by me. If anybody wants to go naked it is OK by me."

Ruth said: "That would be immoral."

Ann replied: "Oh, I don't know. Maybe wearing clothes is what is immoral."

Ellen said: "Be serious."

Ann said: "I am being serious. Think about it. What does wearing or not wearing clothing have to do with real moral issues like how people treat each other?"

This launched a wild discussion. No more tops came off but a number of seeds were planted.

Over the course of the party I took a number of pictures but did not concentrate on Janet. She did appear in the background of several. With one exception the ones I took of Janet were with her in deep enough water that her nipples were underwater or she was facing away from me. The one exception was very beautiful featuring a relaxed smile on Janet's part.

I had a serious conversation with Gail. She was not an easy person to get to know. There was a mix of bravado and shyness here. Among other things she commented that the guys only seemed interested in her breasts and in some ways it was true of girls too. She said that carrying all that weight around gave her backaches. I told her that we have a massage table and offered to give her back-rubs. I did find out she had been a cheerleader in high school.

It was decided that we would have another pool party Wednesday at 3:00. Gail said she couldn't come then. Solid classes.

The party ended at 5:00. Ann was taking Fil to dinner that night.

Surprises.

Monday, I was eating my lunch at the upstairs dining table when Joyce came in wearing her French maid costume. She bent over and wiggled her behind. No panties. I moved her so she was resting her body across the table. She was already wet. I entered her from behind. She screamed: "Yes, Yes, Yes." We both really enjoyed ourselves.

Afterwards she said: "This costume really works."

Happenings.

Ann loaded the pictures into her campus laptop. Over the next few days she showed them to all the girls who were there. Several girls asked if this was all of them. It was. There was some surprise that I didn't take a bunch of pictures of Janet.

Monday night Ann and I went to the Tango class in the Union building. We had fun. This would become a regular event.

Joan asked Ann if I was married and was very disappointed to find that I was.

The next time Ann and I established our telepathic link we had a long telepathic conversation about Joan. We both were wondering what this was about, wondering if and what the spiritual purpose was all about. I have come to believe that my primary mission this lifetime was to support Jean in her spiritual mission, a mission she chose not to pursue, a mission with a time window, a window that has now closed.

Joan's spiritual energy seemed familiar but I could not place it. It was similar to that of my first love but different as the same time. Jean is still alive. I wondered if it was a concurrent lifetime. I found that neither Ann or I could pin that one down: yes or no.

Monday Joyce went out and purchased more pool furniture as well as floating pads for us. She also acquired a Roman style leather couch for the studio and an additional sofa for the living room . She found a large L shaped unit, that together with our existing sofa gave us a U shaped conversation pit. There was still room around it to dance the Fox Trot or Tango.

Joyce stocked up on sun-screen.

On Tuesday the fireplace was installed beside the pool. Our setup included a double set of ember screens. We really, really did not want to set the woods on fire. We tested it and found it worked fine. Joyce bought two wood racks. One for the pool and one for the living room. She stocked both with wood from the woodpile in the back of the garage.

Joyce continued researching hot tubs. She showed us the various models she had found. The three of us together ended up choosing the same model. We chose an eight person unit where each seat had a different pattern of jets. It turned out that the local dealer had a floor model that was almost exactly what we wanted and was willing to sell it to us at a significant discount. We thought about it and having seen it, concluded that just maybe the pattern of jets in the floor model was actually better than the pattern we had originally selected. We went with the floor model. It was installed without difficulty. The same could not be said about getting power to it. We had never before had any real problems getting the required permits. This time it would be different. Our electrician filed the required paperwork and we would wait and wait. Joyce would call and call, never getting straight answers.

Ann's book "Interconnections" was out. Her publisher sent her five cases.

Joyce's birthday.

Ann noticed that Joyce's birthday was coming up. She called Joyce's parents to find out if they had a party planned. They didn't. Ann and I decided we would throw a surprise party for her on her birthday that was two Saturdays hence. Ann asked Joyce's mother who Joyce's best friend was. This was a girl everybody called Suz. Ann explained what we planned to Suz and she put together a guest list of about 20 people. Ann and Suz proceeded to call everybody and it was all set up.

The plan was everyone would gather at 3i by 12:30 and Joyce would be told to come to work at 1:00. We would provide food.

Wednesday morning.

I got to work early. Joyce was already there. She suggested we go upstairs. While we were climbing the stairs she was pulling her top off. No bra. When we got to the living room she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants.

She said: "I want you to have a really nice start to your day." Then she took my organ into her mouth. I was soon fully hard. She wiggled her skirt down her thighs as she sucked and bobbed.

I asked her: "Do you want me to come in your mouth or your vagina?"

She pointed down then released me. She finished removing her skirt and her panties.

We headed for the undamped waterbed and soon had it sloshing. We both had glorious orgasms.

Afterwards I asked her: "What brought this on?"

She replied: "I was just thinking about how lovable you are."

A nice way to start the day.

This would become a common occurrence on her part.

I began work with a smile.

Wednesday lunch.

I was just about to go upstairs and fix myself some lunch when Janet walked in. She stepped into my arms and kissed me passionately. She ground her body into mine.

I asked: "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She replied: "Just somebody who thinks that you need some extra loving. Lets go upstairs and get naked."

We went upstairs and got naked. She sat on my lap and we made out for a few minutes. I was fully hard. She was soaking wet. We were both panting. I started nibbling on her nipples. She loved it.

Then she stood up only to straddle me. She looked into my eyes with great intensity. It was becoming a replay of our first time. She reached down and guided me inside. She settled down taking me deep inside and then she swiveled her hips. She began to rise and fall in long slow strokes. I brought my hands up and caressed her breasts. She continued to look deep into my eyes. I found myself feeling more and more loved. She was squeezing my lingam and it was lingam, the wand of light, with her yoni and it was yoni, her sacred place. She continued to rise and fall, slowly intermixed with a swiveling motion of her hips and a squeeze of her vagina. I was sending love to her, she was sending love to me. Suddenly I was pumping semen into her. Her vagina began to quiver in response. We wrapped our arms around each other and held on as orgasmic wave after wave swept over us. Finally it subsided and we sat there panting.

We both said; "Wow."

After I caught my breath I asked: "Would you like some lunch?"

She nodded and slowly tried to get up. She was somewhat unsteady on her feet at first but slowly stabilized.

We went into the kitchen and fixed lunch. While we ate lunch she told me that she was regularly eating in the dining hall with a fellow named Ron. She explained that Ron was a regular in discussions that Ann held. She thought he was a really nice guy.

I asked: "Any romantic interest either way?"

She answered: "We will see. We are both taking it slow."

She asked for a quick shave. I did a good job. She liked how smooth I made her. So did I.

Then we got dressed and she headed back for class.

I thought: 'This is turning into a very good day.'

Still another pool party.

Ann, Joan, Ellen, Linda, Robin and Ruth arrived at 3:00.

This time Ruth was in a very tame bikini. Ellen was wearing a skimpy bikini.

Every girl hugged me. Ann, Linda and Joan also wanted me to apply their sun-screen. Life is good.

Joan had a slew of new jokes. Ellen felt she had to compete. They had us all laughing our heads off.

We joked and swam and splashed and had a good time. Not too much in the way of serious conversation.

Janet and Candy arrived at 4:00. Janet promptly doffed her top and asked me to apply her sun-screen.

Ruth shook her head in disgust.

Ann removed her top in support. The other girls all seemed to notice what was not rising in my swimsuit.

Both girls had me apply sun-screen to their breasts. In both cases I matter-of-factly applied the screen.

We discussed the idea of non-sexual nudity.

I said: "Both Ann and Janet have beautiful breasts. Seeing them does not turn me into a sex maniac. Of course I am in my seventies. An eighteen year old who has never seen actual breasts before might react differently."

The discussion continued until the party ended at 5:00.

Ellen and Robin visit .

Over the next few days there were more discussions in the dorm about nudity. The fact that I had not concentrated on photographing Janet's tits seemed to score points in a conversation where both Janet and Ann were missing. Ann and I laughed when we heard about this later. Janet laughed too. She said: "If they only knew."

Robin and Ellen came over and I took some very beautiful portraits of them. They were very pleased with the results.

Afterwards we sat and talked. They both found it easy to relax with me. We talked about the spiritual nature of reality.

I pointed out: "That we are really spiritual beings that take on the limitations inherent in a human costume in order to have the ability to perform the actions necessary for our own spiritual growth and by that growth unfold our part of the entire universe."

We explored these ideas for a while and then the conversation drifted into practical ways of doing this. From there the conversation drifted to nudity.

The girls decided that: "... I was safe."

I replied: "Don't be too sure."

Robin said: "I know Ann and her level of judgement. If she trusts you, as I know she does, then we can too. Besides it is obvious that you care about people. I think you love every girl in our group. Not romantically, not lustfully but with a profound love nonetheless. Maybe this is what is meant by agape."

I said: "Thank you. But I will still repeat my warning. You girls are all very tempting."

The conversation continued. Ellen commented on the beauty of my one picture of Janet topless.

We ended up back in the studio for some top-free portraits. Both girls thought this was neat. Robin said that she was really surprised at herself. They really liked my results.

Ellen's breasts were medium size and were the epitome of perky. Very beautiful. Robin's were medium size as well but her areola were conical, standing well out from the rest of her breast. I complimented both girls.

I found that I really wanted to suckle Robin's tits. I thought: 'Give it time.'

Back rub for Gail.

Gail came over at noon and asked for a back rub. We went upstairs to the first bedroom where the massage table was set up. I told her to undress.

She asked: "How about panties?"




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I replied: "That is up to you."

She striped down to her panties and climbed onto the table. Her bra was an interesting bit of engineering. I did not notice a size label.

She had massive breasts that hung down with large brown areola and nipples.

I looked at her and suggested that she might like pillows above and below her breasts.

She said yes and I swiped the pillows from the bed.

She said: "Thank you. This is much better."

I asked her if she wanted me to use oil. She said yes. I poured oil down the center of her back and spread it with my hands.

I started the actual massage at her shoulders and slowly worked my way down her back. Her muscles were tight and it took some effort to relax them. As I did she was making happy sighs.

I worked my way down to the top of her panties. She seemed to especially enjoy my massaging her upper buttocks.

I shifted to her feet and worked my way up her legs. She continued enjoying my activities.

When I got to her thighs she spread them enough to give me easy access to her inner thighs all the way up.

She was one very happy girl.

I did some long strokes going from her shoulders to her feet in one motion. She moaned happily.

Then I asked: "Would you like me to do your front?"

She said: "Yes."

I removed the pillows as she turned over.

She smiled.

I started with her chest, avoiding her breasts at first but rapidly began to include them. I added more oil to her breasts and worked it in. Her nipples were fully hard.

She was in heaven. Moaning, groaning, making happy sounds and beginning to pant. Then I noticed she was rocking her hips. Her upper chest was developing a red mottled appearance that is sometimes called a 'sex skin.'

I worked my way down her body to the top of her panties. Then I worked on her legs some more. Finally I worked on her arms. She continued to make happy sounds.

Then we were running out of time. She still needed to shower off the oil.

She did not want to get her hair wet so she had me hold the shower nozzle for her. She may have kept her panties on for the massage but they were off for the shower. Dark brown naturel fig leaf, not too dense, mostly a stripe rather than a triangle.

I scrubbed her back.

After she dried off but before she dressed she gave me a hug. She put everything into it. What a hug.

She dressed, thanking me profusely the whole time. Then she headed back to class.

To be continued.



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Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-26 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments.





Pool party 4. 

Saturday we all gathered at 2:00 at 3i. We moved to the pool. I had my waterproof camera

Janet, Ann and Ellen removed their tops. The others did not. Janet, Ann, Linda and Joan asked me to apply sun-screen. The others did it themselves. I gave Ann and Janet's breasts a quick coating with no extra attention. 

We swam and splashed and joked around just like we would if everyone was dressed. I did not have an erection. The atmosphere was totally relaxed. There was some light conversation and some deep conversation.

I was not taking pictures. Candy asked why. So I took a few. I photographed the top-free girls and the others about equally. Ellen made a point of sticking her chest out.

Gail's breasts were much higher when they were underwater. Her top was designed to try to support the weight and when they were buoyed up in the water one effect was that she showed even more cleavage. 

After a while Robin removed her's. Joan and Linda looked at each other and doffed theirs as well. Joan's nipples had an orange cast, just like Jean's. Only Ruth, Gail and Candy were still wearing their tops. Ruth looked defensive. 

I said: "Ruth, it's OK to keep yours on. Do what you want to be comfortable."

We then got into a discussion about 'other peoples opinions.' This conversation went far and wide. At one point Janet decided to make a point by removing her suit bottom. 

Somewhere in this discussion, Candy quietly removed her top to display small breasts with nice nipples.

Gail removed her top. Her nipples were slow to become erect. I did get two pictures of them underwater.

Later when Janet moved to shallow water the discussion changed to shaving. At one point I was asked for my opinion. I said that both shaved and unshaved could be attractive but I would want to consider it on a case-by-case basis. 

I was asked: "Are we sexy?"

I answered: "Oh yes. All of you are very sexy."

Ruth, of all people asked: "If you could have sex with one of us. Who would you choose?"

I thought for a second and responded: "That reminds me of a joke. One attributed to Paul Tibbits who piloted the Enola Gay, the plane that dropped the first A bomb. It goes like this: 'An old bull and a young bull had been locked away in the barn all winter and on an early spring day the farmer turned them loose in the pasture. A herd of cows were grazing at the far end. The young bull said to the old bull: 'Lets run across the field and have us each a cow.' The old bull replied: 'No son. We will walk across the field and have them all.' ' "

The girls responded with nervous laughter. I realized that perhaps that was not a good joke to tell.

Then I continued: "Actually both the question and the joke are coming from the ego. The better place to work from is the soul. Instead of having sex it would be much nicer to be making love. It would be better yet to share the sacred flame, make love as a spiritual sharing, a spiritual honoring. The difference is subtle but important. Our separateness is ultimately illusion, as is our incompleteness. We can use sex as a way to reinforce the illusion or as a way to transcend it. I would love to make love with any of you if it was happening in a way that furthered that transcendence."

Joan looked hopeful. 

The conversation continued.

The party ended with lots of hugs.

As the girls were leaving I made a point of giving Joan a copy of "Interconnections."

Skinny-Dipping. 

I spent Sunday with my wife. The girls had still another pool party in my absence. It rapidly turned into skinny-dipping. Even Ruth was nude. She was probably the happiest of the bunch about it. Ann decided that there is a rebel streak in Ruth. They all had a lot of fun. It was decided to continue Wednesday afternoon.

The girls had a long discussion about skinny-dipping with me and decided unanimously that they wanted to do it.

Another back rub for Gail. 

My phone rang at about 11:00. It was Gail asking if she could get another back rub today. I said yes and that noon was fine.

She showed up promptly at noon. She said that the last one had given her about twenty-four hours with no back pain and just how wonderful that was.

We went upstairs to the first bedroom. I setup the pillows on the massage table while she undressed. This time she removed her panties.

While I worked on her back she asked me about my photography. She knew that I did beautiful portrait photography but wondered if that was all I did. 

I explained: "Not at all. I do all sorts of stuff. I will admit that I have a special fondness for taking pictures of beautiful girls."

She told me about a problem her mother had. Her hard drive had crashed and they lost the only pictures they had of Gail in her prom dress. She asked if I would be willing to take more. I said sure. She said she would have her mom send her the dress.

She said: "I've been a cheerleader. Have you ever taken pictures of a cheerleader doing cheers?"

I said: "Yes, in fact I have a series of three cheerleaders doing cheers while just wearing jumpers."

She said: "What's so special about jumpers?"

I replied: "JUST jumpers."

She responded: "You mean..."

I replied: "Uh huh."

She said: "With tits hanging out?"

I nodded.

She said: "I would love to see them."

I replied: "I would need to get the models' permission before I show them to anybody."

She said: "Oh."

I continued to work on her back. She made happy whimpering sounds intermixed with contented sighs. I found myself reaching further around her body, occasionally all the way to the sides of her breasts. She seemed to really like that.

I worked lower and lower down her back until I was starting up the flair of her buttocks. As I began to massage her ass she started making even happier sounds.

She spread her legs as much as the massage table would allow.

I asked: "Do you like this?"

She replied: "Oh yes. It's heavenly."

I kneaded away as she continued to make happy sounds. At one point I ran a finger down her crevice. She squeaked as I touched her anus. 

I said: "Sorry."

She replied: "Don't be. Instead, do it again."

So I did. She moaned happily. I poured more oil on it and rubbed it in.

She said: "I never knew I was sensitive there before. But boy am I ever."

My fingers were well oiled. I pushed my index finger just inside and wiggled it around.

She arched her back and screamed: "Yes. Oh... Oh.... Oh. Yes."

She began panting so hard she was having trouble catching her breath.

I removed my finger.

She said: "Wow."

I started working down her legs. While doing so I enjoyed the view between her thighs.

I worked my way down to her toes. Then I said: "Turn over?"

She did. Positioning herself as wide open as the table would allow. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

My cock was fully hard and somewhat uncomfortable in my pants so I took time to open my zipper and free it. 

I started with her chest giving her breasts ample attention. She was fully aroused when I finished. Aroused and smiling.

I moved on to her tummy and hips. Not quite getting into her pubic hair.

I asked: "How thorough do you want me to be?"

She responded: "Very thorough."

I ran a hand over her pubic hair, barely touching it. That brought a load moan.

I began to squeeze her outer lips together. She responded by spreading her thighs such that her lower legs were now dangling on either side of the massage table. Then I began to massage her inner lips. She was getting hotter and hotter.

I asked: "Do you want me to take you to orgasm?" 

She nodded and brought her hands together in a gesture that I interpreted as saying: 'please.'

I slipped one finger into her vagina. No maidenhead but one finger was stretching her. I found myself thinking: 'Another hymen lost to tampons and vigorous exercise.'

I began to gently caress her clitoris. She was a firecracker. Finally, she exploded in an amazing display of orgasmic delight. 

When she got her breath back she said: "I've climaxed many times but that was the best climax I've ever had." 

I asked: "Were the others all masturbation?"

She nodded.

I said: "Orgasms tend to be more intense when you have help."

She sat up and looked down.

She exclaimed: "Oh my gosh. How long has that been out."

I answered: "Since you rolled over. It was getting uncomfortable in my pants."

She looked at it. Then said: "I've let three guys play with my boobs but I always made them keep their pants on. This is the first one I've really seen. May I touch it?"

I nodded. She reached out and caressed it gently.

She said: "Nice."

We hugged. I didn't get full contact with her hips. Her boobs were in the way. Fascinating energy.

We went to the shower. Again I held the nozzle for her.

Two hugs after she dried off. One from the front, one from behind.

I said: "Next time it would be better if we do not let it turn into petting. I will leave that to your boyfriend."

She replied: "Unfortunately I don't have one."

I responded: "I can't imagine that will persist given your beauty and charm and the male-female ratio at this college."

She touched her breasts and said: "These get in the way."

I asked: "Why?"

She responded: "I don't know. They just do."

She dressed and headed back to school.

Meeting Yvonne. 

Ann had passed Physics III and IV by examination but it was suggested that she take the labs anyway. She ended up with a lab partner named Yvonne. The first few labs did not require any contact with her outside of the lab itself and Ann would write up the lab reports using her office computer. Then came a lab that did require some outside combined effort. Ann brought Yvonne over to 3i one afternoon just after the lab. 

I was reading at my desk when they came in. Yvonne is a gorgeous young woman: Chocolate brown skin and an explosion of soft black curls around a classically beautiful face. Five foot eight and relatively thin. She was wearing jeans and a loosely fitting top. Ann introduced us. I put my hands together, bowed and said: "Namaste."

She smiled and asked: "What does that mean?"

I explained: "I will give you four different definitions: 'I salute the divinity at the center of your being,' or 'I salute the place within you where the entire universe resides' also: 'I honor your center of light, love, truth and beauty' and additionally: 'I salute that place within you where when you are in that place and I am in the corresponding place within me - There is only one of us.' "

She said: "Wow. That is a whole lot in one word."

I let Yvonne use my desk. I moved across the hall to the library. We had discovered remote controls for the ceiling lights so we could not only change the intensity of the lights but in several cases change where they were aimed. The chairs in there were very comfortable so this was a wonderful place to sit and read.

When they finished the lab work we all went upstairs, sat on the sofa and had a long chat. 

She had taken her freshman year at a community college to save some money. She was now feeling somewhat overwhelmed, not by the classwork but by the environment. She had not had an easy life. She had gone to mostly black schools K-12 where she was ostracized as a "brain" and often called an "Oreo." She never felt accepted by her peers. She did however receive great support from her family, in particular from her mother, an uncle and her older brother, Jim. Her brother protected her all through school. Jim had been a tackle on the football team and nobody wanted to mess with him. She mastered math and science by studying on her own with the help of an uncle who was a working electrical engineer. Her year at the community college was somewhat the same, not feeling comfortable with either the majority white community or the minority black community. The fact that she was commuting from home meant she was not immersed in the college life the way she was now. Her roommate now was from Brazil and was also feeling out of place. This was providing still another perspective on things. Nevertheless, I found a great gentleness of spirit in this girl. 

We talked about many things but eventually the topic became reincarnation and the journey of souls. Both Ann and I confirmed a firm belief in and experience of this. 

I explained that souls change sexes and races from lifetime to lifetime so as to provide an optimal working environment for the souls development. 

At one point I said: "This lifetime I am white. In some other lifetimes I have been black. In this lifetime you are a black but you have been white and we both have been oriental." 

Yvonne smiled when I pointed out that we both had been oriental.

Ann went on to explain that we travel in groups and we find each other. Yvonne was somewhat dubious about this idea. 

I went on: " Likewise that love is central to the functioning of the group even though it does not seem to be so much or even most of the time. Most of human activity is sequences playing out over multiple lifetimes. I won't say scripts because we do indeed have full free will at every step of the journey. The centrality of that love generally will only become apparent when we develop an awareness of the whole story."

I asked Ann if she had given Yvonne a copy of "Interconnections."

Ann smiled and said: "Not yet." We went on to explain that this book was a history of our spiritual family and that Ann had written it before we met. 

I walked over to the library and took a copy off the shelf. I returned and handed it to Yvonne.

She stared at it somewhat wide eyed and said: "It's a real book book!"

Ann had published it under the pseudonym 'Anne Wilson.' Ann had posed for the dust jacket picture wearing a dark wig. If you looked closely it was definitely Ann.

Ann replied: "Yes, and it is available in all fine bookstores." 

I commented: "Of coarse it is only a fine bookstore if it stocks Ann's book."

We all laughed.

Yvonne asked: "And you are in it?"

I answered: "Yes, and so is my wife. In fact my wife has interacted with Ann more than anyone else in the book."

Yvonne responded: "And now?"

Ann answered: "We are the best of friends and she even lets me sleep with Matt here."

Yvonne went: "What!?!"

Ann replied: "She also lets him sleep with my sisters."

I said: "Maybe we had better explain how this came to be." I went on to give a very brief version of my meeting the Wells family and the psychic connections.

Yvonne asked: "Are you sure of all this?"

Ann said: "Oh yes, and we have had a number of psychic confirmations."

I said: "I knew about some of the past lives we shared before I met the Wells family."

We went on to describe some of the psychic stuff that happened and is still happening.

Yvonne went: "Wow."

The conversation slowly wound down.

In spite of the 'wow' it was clear that Yvonne still had her doubts about the psychic stuff.

Ann suggested that they go back.

Ann and I shared a very nice hug.

Yvonne looked envious.

I asked her if she would like a hug too.

She came into my arms for a very wonderful hug. I found myself feeling great union. She felt familiar. I found myself wondering if she was a member of our spiritual family.

I did not want to end the hug. I had the feeling that neither did Yvonne. Finally we did end it.

I said: "Come back soon. I have really enjoyed meeting you."

She smiled and replied: "Likewise."

They then went downstairs to collect their classwork and laptops. Joyce had bound their lab reports for them. As they walked down the office hall Yvonne took a good look at some of the photographs adorning the walls. She commented favorably about their beauty. Ann remarked that I was the photographer and that my studio was at the end of the hall. Ann showed it to her. Yvonne was very impressed.

Ann later filled me in on their discussion on the ride back to campus. Yvonne said that she had never hugged a white guy before but if that is how white guys hug she wanted more. 

Ann said: "Matt's hugs are something very unique. Let me ask you just what you felt was so special?" 

Yvonne answered: "I don't know how to describe it: connection, total acceptance, belonging, those all sort of point at what I was feeling, but not quite."

Ann said: "Merging?"

Her friend said: "Yes. That's it. For a moment we were not two people hugging each other. We were somehow one. For the first time in my life I felt complete. It only lasted a few seconds but those few seconds were the happiest of my life."

Ann commented: "Try hugging him naked."

Yvonne reacted: "Are you crazy, He's white for Gods sake. White and old besides."

Ann realizing she was moving her too fast changed the subject.

Another lunchtime. 

Jan showed up again. This time she wanted a massage. I was happy to oblige. The massage turned from relaxing, to sensual, to sexual and on to petting. It turned into a two way street. We ended up making love on the massage table. It was a little tricky in that we had to worry about falling off. Nonetheless it was outstanding and our orgasms terrific.

Then we fixed lunch together.

She said: "I didn't want to be too horny for this afternoon's swim."

I asked: "Are you ever not horny?"

She replied: "I'm only horny when I'm around you but when I am around you I'm always horny."

I leaned over and gave her a kiss. Then I reached out and caressed a breast. She smiled.

She continued: "Thank you for teaching me what love can be. Thank you for teaching me how to share it sexually."

This time she leaned forward and kissed me. She took one of my hands and brought it to her breast. Beautiful breasts.

She wanted another shave. I was getting really good at it. Beautiful pussy.

Then she had to get back for class.

Pool Party 6. 

On Wednesday, most of the girls were free after 3:00 so we gathered then. The last two appeared at four. I joined them. This time none of the girls even brought a bathing suit. Every girl wanted me to apply their sun-screen. Although Ruth, Candy and Robin did their own breasts and pussies. Ruth loved my doing her ass however. She has a beautiful butt. Her natural wiggle is spectacular from front or rear when she is nude. Joan wanted me to do an extra thorough job. There was something familiar in caressing her breasts and her pussy. I wondered if it was a memory from fifty years ago or a thousand years ago.

We all had a wonderful time. Relaxed good fun. Ellen was even more witty than usual. Great conversations. Many were quite deep. They wanted me to take more pictures. I took lots of great pictures. None of the girls was the least bit embarrassed. Ruth was the most exhibitionist of all. I took some wonderful underwater group shots. I even got a series of them sitting on the edge of the pool with legs apart. Ruth spread the widest.




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Robin asked me if I thought she should shave. She had soft looking curls in a light brown stripe. Her pubic bone was somewhat prominent. I thought her pubis was beautiful as is. I suggested that if she were to do anything it would be to shave just her outer lips and the few loose hairs on her inner thighs.

The slide got even more use. Robin asked me to photograph her on the slide and entering the water. I did. The others followed. I got some incredible shots. Especially some of beautiful nude girls emerging from a cloud of bubbles. I got some spectacular shots at the waterfall as well. I also took several group shots of the whole crew. Linda took some pictures of the rest of the group with me. Some were in the water, some on the deck.

The party ended with me hugging each of the girls. They each ground themselves into me. I was fully erect two girls in. Joan wanted a second hug. Her body felt so incredibly right against mine. They all ended up with a second round. 

Hugging Joan was sort of weird. We fit together beautifully. It was like her hips were telling my hips: "You belong here."

A conversation with Joan. 

I asked Joan what she thought of "Interconnections" as we walked back from the pool.. 

She said: "It is amazingly well written. Ann has a tremendous imagination to interweave all those characters together."

I asked: "So are you saying that you see it as fiction?"

She replied: "What else could it be?"

I responded: "A past life history."

She replied: "You don't think past lives are real, do you?"

I answered: "Yes I do, and so does Ann and her entire family. We believe that souls travel in groups and that we have been together in many lifetimes. That book was in the publisher's hands when I first met Ann and her family yet I knew about several of the stories in it."

She said: "Oh."

I invited Joan to come upstairs so we could continue our conversation. Ann took the rest back to campus in the SUV. Ann said she had to hurry because she was meeting Fil to go to the movies.

Joan asked: "Who is Fil?"

I answered: "Fil is my wife, she was Lucy in Ann's book."

Joan said: "What?"

I said: "Yes, and I was Jacob. I knew about three of those lives before I met Ann."

She said: "Do you think that I'm in that book too?"

We had reached the living room. We sat down side by side on the sofa.

I answered: "That is part of what I am trying to figure out. You spook me. You look just like Jean, my first love, wear your hair the same ways, sound like her, act like her, have the same wonderful warped sense of humor, the same astronomical intelligence. I even think your nipples are the same color. Jean was Samuel in Ann's book."

I reached over and put my arm around her. She leaned into me, and snuggled up.

She asked: "Do you think I'm Jean?"

I replied: "No, probably not. I find I love each of you separately, rather than the two of you blending together. She is still alive so you may be some form of concurrent lifetime or something totally different. I do believe that there is some sort of spiritual connection. I just don't know what it is. You certainly have my attention. You seen familiar when I touch you. I must say however that I am drawn to touch your body."

She answered: "I love it when you do."

Then we kissed. We were soon dancing tongues. What seemed like just a few minutes was half an hour by the clock when I glanced at one. We were both very hot and bothered. I began caressing her breast through her clothing. She became even more hot and bothered. Her top and bra came off and I was kissing two beautiful nipples. I deliberately stayed at light petting. Then I found that I was getting hungry, food hungry. I looked up at the clock and another hour had gone by. 

I asked Joan: "Would you like some supper?"

She said: "Yes."

I said: "Let's go see what we can find."

She reached for her bra. I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and set it down.

We found some left over roast beef, mashed potatoes and peas in the refrigerator.

Joan said: "Looks good to me."

I microwaved each while Joan set the table.

We sat down to dinner. I said my usual grace, thanking the souls of the items we were about to consume.

Joan said: "That is a very unusual grace."

I said: "Yes but a good one, I think. It is based in Native American spirituality."

She agreed.

She said: "I've never eaten a meal topless before."

I asked: "How does it feel?"

She answered: "Kind of weird but in a nice way. I like how you look at my breasts. It makes me tingle inside."

I replied: "They are very beautiful. You are very beautiful. I would like to photograph you sometime."

She asked: "Nude?"

I answered; "Some yes but not just nude."

She responded: "OK."

I continued: "You are very beautiful when you are nude. Your physical body is magnificent but more than that, you radiate a certain shyness, a certain innocence which is incredibly charming."

She replied: "Thank you."

I nodded.

We were eating as we talked.

I asked her if she was on the pill.

She replied: "Do I need to be?"

I answered: "Eventually. Either with me or someone else."

She asked: "Do you want me?"

I replied: "Passionately."

She then asked: "Then why did you say 'eventually?' "

I responded: "When we make love I want to be sure that I am making love to Joan Donaldson and not some ghost of Jean as she was in this lifetime or one a thousand years ago."

She asked: "What happened a thousand years ago?"

I told the story of the knight rescuing the fair maiden who was betrothed to another that they both respected. The knight and the maiden loved each other but did not consummate that love.

She asked: "Jean was the maiden?"

I nodded.

Joan said: "That sounds so sad. You've waited all this time."

I said: "In between I killed him."

She said: "What? Why?"

I answered: "War. We were both soldiers. I killed him in the line of duty. Maybe that is why Jean dumped me. Maybe not. Maybe it was because on that last day I was being a jerk. Maybe on that last day I was being a jerk because I needed for her to dump me. Regardless it brought home to me the total futility of war. "

Continuing: "There is another side to relationships, besides karma. Souls come into human form with specific tasks or goals in mind, missions if you will. This is called dharma, meaning duty or saddharma, duty individualized. Souls sometimes agree to work together on projects. Most often it seems to be two but sometimes the group may get quite large. This agreement happens in the late stages of the bardo, the period between death and rebirth. These agreements are generally not known to the personalities involved but the soul or souls will provide a steady stream of hints to those personalities. I believe my main mission in this life was to support Jean in her mission, a mission she chose not to pursue, a mission whose time has run out. We were at a meeting together five years ago. I looked at her across the room and I knew. There was a time constraint and it had closed. Jean is still a beautiful woman and I still care about her but that gnawing love for her just went away." 

I then said: "I did consummate another past life unconsummated love affair."

She said: "Oh."

I proceeded to tell the story of Suzanne and Pierre. I explained about sending love with Barbara's dance and when Barbara and I make love and my mystery girl, and how we met. I described our sacred flame.

We had finished eating. We got up , put our dishes in the dishwasher and went back to the sofa.

Then I said: "An interesting aspect of this is that I feel totally innocent when I make love with Connie. I don't know if this is a carryover from Pierre or something else but whatever it is I really like it."

Joan asked: "I assume Connie was a virgin. How did you feel not being one?"

I replied: "At that moment all my past sexual history was totally gone from my mind. Effectively we were both virgins sharing the sacred fire both literally and figuratively. I should note that we did not discover our past life tie until the next morning. I suspect things would have been very different if we had known. I'm glad we didn't know."

She asked: "How would it have been different?"

I answered: "I don't think I could have been as totally innocent. Perhaps in some way I was Pierre at that moment. I think if I had known the story I would have been aware of him separately. I just don't know."

She asked: "Where does that leave us?"

I said: "If we are both sure that you were the maiden then we might make love with you as both Joan Donaldson and the maiden and with me as both Matt McCartney and as the knight. But if you were not the maiden then I would like to make love with you as just Matt McCartney. It is also possible that we make love totally ignoring any past life ties."

I paused and then said: "It also may be that we do not find out about our connections until later."

She asked: "How will you know? How will we know?"

I said: "That's the problem. I find getting psychic answers spotty at best. So far neither Ann nor I have been able to answer the question as to who you were."

She said: "I've never gotten any psychic information. To be honest I don't believe in it."

I replied: "That lack of belief will pretty much guarantee that it doesn't come or if it does it will not be recognized. Most people get a lot of information from their soul but do not recognize the source. I would like to point out that Ann wrote about the knight and the maiden before we met while I have known about that lifetime for almost fifty years. How did we come up with the same story?"

She answered: "Chance I guess. That isn't a very good answer but it is the only one I've got."

I took time to explain some things: Souls travel in groups, most karma stays within the group, we find each other even when we are born far apart, we choose our parents not to have an easy life but to get the spiritual work done, and we change races and sexes according to what best serves that work.

She asked: "How do people in a group find each other?"

I answered: "Synchronicity. The causation when there could not possibly be any causation. The meaningful coincidence when that coincidence is absurdly improbable. The physical world is gently steered by non physical intelligence. Keep in mind that both karma and dharma are strong attractive forces."

She asked: "Do you think our meeting was somehow meant to happen?"

I replied: "Very likely. I wonder if my taking you to bed is meant to happen."

She smiled and said: "I hope so."

I leaned over and kissed her. Then I caressed a breast. She sighed happily.

I said: " 'Meant to be' may be a little strong. The universe give us opportunities but does not force. Nonetheless our heart's desire is usually what is going with the cosmic flow."

I asked her: "What is it about me that you find so attractive?"

She replied: "It started as love at first sight. That was weird since I had never felt any pull for an older man before. Somehow you were different: You were color in a black-and-white world. When we had the first pool party you just fit in with the group somehow. An old man with a bunch of college coeds. I asked myself: 'What is this about?' I didn't have an answer then, just a strong attraction. Those questions got a lot louder when tops started coming off. I feel very happy when I am around you, happy and loved. I feel happy and loved whenever I think about you. Is that weird or what. I tingle inside when you look at me. I tingle when you look at me dressed. I tingle even more when you look at me naked. You are the only man to see me naked. You are the only man I want to see me naked."

I said: "Thank you."

She continued: "Then I started watching you with Ann. It is obvious how much you two love each other. I was intrigued since you did not seem to really be a couple in the conventional sense. I know that you are in business together and I wondered if that was it. She had said something about being spiritual compatriots. I wondered if that was what it was. What is that?"

I answered: "In a deep sense we are all spiritual compatriots. What makes Ann and I different is the extent to which we are aware of it. First and foremost Ann and I are spiritual compatriots, everything else just follows. You and I are spiritual compatriots too. I have yet to come into full awareness of the ramifications of that and you have even further to travel on your road to that awareness. Ann and I are both aware of a strong dharmic tie. 3i is a consequence of that even though we do not yet understand what our joint dharma is." 

I kissed her. Then I caressed a breast. We snuggled together. Several minutes went by.

She said: "Do you know what I would like right now?"

I asked: "What, my beauty?"

She said: "A nude hug."

I undressed, she finished undressing.

I was fully hard. I could smell her arousal.

I held my penis up so it would be between our bellies as we came together for a hug.

The hug was delicious. She ground her hips into mine. Her pubic bone rode up and down on my phallus. 

I again felt as if her hips were telling mine: "You belong here." I told her so.

She replied: "My hips think so too. I guess I had better start taking birth control pills."

I agreed.

We French kissed while we hugged. Staying together for what seemed like several minutes. In actuality it was fifteen minutes. All the while she was grinding her hips and breasts into me while I was caressing her back and kneading her ass.

Finally I pulled away from her saying: "If we don't stop now I will put it in protection or no."

She replied: "I will want you to."

We got dressed and I drove her back to campus. I gave her a set of my spiritual writings including "Is Sacred Sex Possible."

That night I had a long phone call with Barbara. She said that there was definitely a tie somewhere and but she was unsure about what it was. She suggested several additional possibilities leaving me more confused than ever. 

[ Joan had gone to bed. She found herself thinking about Matt. She found one hand playing with a nipple while the other hand migrated to between her legs. She worked herself to a point where she was near orgasm.]

As we were about to end the call I suddenly found that I wanted a melding. I asked Barbara to sing our song. She did. Our melding was strong and I was sending love to the usual list. Joan was especially prominent.

[Joan found herself feeling very loved. It seemed to be somehow coming from Matt. She brought herself to a tremendous orgasm and found that the feeling of being loved was only getting stronger. She felt overwhelmed. Eventually the feeling faded but she still felt very loved and very happy. Joan wondered if Matt was sending love again. She decided probably not - It would be too much of a coincidence. Besides Barbara wasn't here.]

Barbara and I held our meld for about fifteen minutes. I felt very loved too.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 20



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-26 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments.



Chapter 20.

Robin's request. 

Thursday morning Robin came over. We sat on a sofa and chatted for a while.

She said: "It's funny given the differences in our ages but you are the first man I really feel comfortable with."

I replied: "Thank you."

She continued: "I mean, I'm not afraid when I'm with you. I can say what I think and you listen. If I say something stupid you don't make fun. I feel that you know who I am and like me anyway. It is neat being naked with you. Hugging you naked is amazing. I don't feel you are about to ravish me and yet part of me wishes you would. Does any of this make sense?"

I answered: "Yes it does." Then I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She looked at me somewhat wide eyed and then leaned forward slowly and kissed me full on the mouth. That kiss lasted over thirty seconds.

She said: "Wow."

I asked her if she had any specific purpose in coming over. She said yes. She wanted me to shave her the way I had suggested. 

I took her to the first bedroom. I had her drop her pants and panties and hop up onto the massage table. She asked what the table was for and I explained massages. 

She said: "Neat." 

I used clippers to trim short the hair we wanted to remove. Then I took her to the bidet for a hot water treatment. When she was nice and soft we went back to the massage table. I rubbed in hot shaving foam and then oh so carefully shaved the area. I wiped her off with a wet washcloth and dried her with a towel. After that I rubbed massage oil over the area. Finally I handed her a hand mirror. 

She liked the job. So did I.

She hugged me. I enjoyed caressing her ass. 

She asked: "Would you like to hug naked?"

I said: "Sure."

We both undressed and shared a really nice hug. I started to develop an erection, her nipples were hard and the aroma of a girl in heat was in the air.

We hugged again with my cock between our bellies. She ground herself into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She was passionate. I found my hand moving to her breast and caressing her nipple seemingly unbidden. She began to pant. I continued to caress her ass with one hand and a breast with the other. Our kisses turned French. She could not get enough of that. 

I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I brought my hand to the other one.

I only did this for about thirty seconds. She moaned deliciously. She rapidly became aroused.

I said: I would like to try something."

She said: "OK."

I had her spread her feet slightly. I spread mine slightly more and we hugged again with my cock between her thighs. She loved it. She rocked her hips so that I slid back and forth on her oily lips.

She asked: "Is this what sex feels like?"

I replied: "Actually it is a whole lot better but lets not go there yet."

We dressed and hugged again.

She had to get back for a class.

Afterwards I found myself thinking: 'What are you doing?' I was not happy with myself.

Ruth visits. 

Friday morning I received a visit from Ruth.

She told me that her mother was deeply religious, very protective and would not let her go anywhere un-chaperoned. No dates at all.

I asked her how she managed to come here. 

She said: "Mom wanted me to go to a Christian college or an all girls school but I wanted to study engineering. We had a real battle about it. Finally my dad stepped in saying: 'Let her go where she wants,' When dad put his foot down mom would always give in."

She explained that she was not allowed to take sex education in school and really wanted to know about it. She also wanted to know if she was normal 'down there.' I asked her what she meant. 

She said: "When I saw your ... I guess it is called a cock, I was confused. I've heard that it goes inside a girl and I don't think I have anywhere where it goes. I don't dare ask my parents about stuff like this and I would be embarrassed to ask any of the girls in the dorm, so I'm asking you.

I replied: "Ohh Kay. Shall we start at the beginning?"

She answered: "Please."

We went upstairs to the living room and sat on the couch.

I proceeded to explain the basics of the female reproductive system. Then I explained how it functioned, eggs maturing, traveling down a fallopian tube, being fertilized and implanting in the uterus. I talked about the dual role of the vagina, I explained that the only role of sex in the process of reproduction was getting sperm into the girl's system. I then explained the various forms of contraception.

I proceeded to remove my pants and explain the male system. Unfortunately I was not erect.

I said: "Now we get to sex." 

I went on to explain about how the male would become erect and the female would lubricate. Then I explained what sexual intercourse was.

She asked how long it took. I replied that anywhere from thirty seconds to thirty minutes depending on the guy. She asked how long I took. I told her.

She said: "Wow."

She asked me what I thought made sexual intercourse unique? I answered that I thought it was the potential to create life that ultimately made it extra special, both physically and spiritually. I also explained that it is a physical sharing that can lead to a spiritual sharing. I explained that sex can be either sacred or profane depending on the intentions of the participants. We discussed sex inside and outside of marriage. I argued that it is the ceremony in bed, not the one in church that really establishes the bond, or not. I said that I found the ideas of 'one night stands,' 'friends with benefits' and hookups abhorrent.

We talked about these ideas for quite a while. 

She changed the subject by asking: "What is the role of breasts in sex?"

I explained: "The ultimate role of breasts is to provide milk for a baby but they also play an important role in arousal. The breast in general and nipples in particular respond to being caressed, kissed and suckled. Guys like to do things that arouse girls. Breasts are also beautiful."

I continued, explaining about various things that lead to arousal and then went on to alternate forms of sex. Both oral and anal sex intrigued Ruth. It was clear to me that Ruth saw oral and anal sex play in very different moral terms than vaginal intercourse.

I said: "Why don't you get undressed and we will explore your other question.

She removed her dress and bra, then asked: "Are mine beautiful?"

They were medium size, high on her chest. Bright pink nipples.

I replied: "Oh yes" and reached over to gently caress one. 

She quivered, smiled and said: "Keep doing that. It feels so nice."

I leaned over and kissed a nipple. She moaned happily and held my head to her breast. I played with her nipple using my tongue. She hissed and moaned even more. I played with the other one with one hand and stroked her shoulder and back with the other. She was going wild.

Finally I broke it off.

She said: "Oh god, I didn't know anything could feel so good."

I replied: "And that is only the beginnings of arousal."

She asked: "If that is the beginning what is the end like?"

I answered: "Better."

She went: "Mmmmm."

I was now fully erect. She studied it and then stroked it gently. 

She finished undressing.

Then she asked: "What about my second question?" 

I said: "Scoot down." 

She moved down on the sofa and I moved to the floor, kneeling between her legs.

Her pubic hair was jet black and was relatively sparse. Her outer lips were large, somewhat puffy. Her inner lips were also rather large. Very beautiful.

I spread her lips with my fingers. I found a partially intact hymen. It appeared to cover about half of the opening. I slipped a finger past it. She held her breath. She was well lubricated but very tight. Stretching my finger in I could just touch her cervix. An advantage of having long fingers.

I said: "Everything seems normal to me. You need to keep in mind that your vagina will stretch as much as needed. Your first lover will stretch you nicely."

She exhaled only to suck in a deep breath. I wiggled my finger, she moaned. I withdrew my finger and gently massaged her inner lips. She liked that. I then ran one finger up and down her slit, ending up gently touching her clit. I caressed it. She was in ecstasy. 

I took her hand and guided a finger to her clitoris. She began to rub it gently, then harder.

She was getting hotter and hotter, finally exploding in orgasm.

I asked: "Is that better?"

She replied: "Oh God yes."

I stood up. Ruth leaned forward, running her hands behind my thighs and gently pulled me toward herself. She took my cock into her mouth and began sucking. I found myself thrusting and withdrawing. She rapidly figured that out and began bobbing on me. What she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. She brought me to a very nice orgasm and swallowed it all.

Then she said: "Thank you."

I replied: "I should be thanking you. You did that very well."

She just beamed.

We stood and hugged. I ran my hands over her ass. I thought: 'Beautiful ass - Round, firm and fully packed.'I spread one hand across her ass and ran it up and down. My middle finger slid up and down the crevice. When I touched her anus she hissed and whispered: "Oh yes, I like that."

I continued to massage her anus. She reacted as strongly as she did to my earlier massaging of her clitoris. I spread her legs slightly and then reached under her to lubricate my index finger in her vagina. When it was nicely coated I moved it to her anus and slowly worked it in. She went wild and soon had a tremendous orgasm. Her legs gave way and she fell back onto the sofa, dragging me with her.

I said: "I would like to ask a favor."

She replied: "Anything."

I said: "I would like to photograph your maidenhead before you lose it.

She replied: "How about right now."

We went downstairs for a series of very intimate photographs.

We dressed and she came into my arms for another hug. We kissed softly. 

She thanked me again saying: "That was my first kiss."

I found myself swatting her fanny on the way out the door. She smiled.

A Conversation with Ann. 

Ann came over after dinner. We sat together on the sofa as I explained my being unhappy with myself with respect to both Robin and Ruth. In both cases I felt I was getting into sex play without laying the proper spiritual groundwork. This seemed to me to be a big mistake.

I came back to my point that I was already spread thin with sex partners such that it seemed silly to be taking on more even though it looked possible that Joan would soon join the club and based on our hug I would not rule out Yvonne.

I repeated: "Ann you know that sex wise you alone are enough to satisfy all my desires."

We talked about these things for a while. Ann was basically telling me to lighten up on myself and to just let things unfold.

She dragged me off to the bedroom. Making love with Ann is always glorious.

Afterwards we sat together and telepathically continued our earlier conversation. Ann continued to be full of unconditional love and I began to see that maybe things really were unfolding in a way that served the best interests of all involved. Ann is easy to love. I decided to send both girls copies of my essay: "Is Sacred Sex Possible?" Ann concurred and gave me their email addresses.

Then we began to consider some other questions: 'Who was Joan and how does she fit into our family?' 'What actions or inactions best serve the souls of all involved.' Still no real answers.

Joyce's party. 

The Wednesday before her birthday we told Joyce: "We are having a meeting here on Saturday afternoon and we will need you to work then."

She complained: "But that's my birthday."

We were very apologetic, feigning ignorance of it being her birthday but said that it was too late to move the meeting. She should plan on being here from one to four.

She was annoyed, downright annoyed - totally out of character. It was obvious that she felt that we had crossed a boundary.

On Saturday we had everything in place in the big conference room, balloons, food and beverages. We put up big signs: "Happy Birthday," "No Longer a Teenager" and "Enjoy being 20." The guests had all arrived. Her parents were there. Gifts were piled high. Everybody was ready. 

At five before one, Joyce arrived. She was suspicious when she saw our parking lot full of familiar looking cars. When she came in we ushered her into the large conference room. She was flabbergasted. 

We all sang: "Happy Birthday." She broke into tears. Talk about pleased. She blew out all the candles on her cake. We gave her a small gift during the party. The party was a huge success. I had a nice chat with her parents, very nice folks. Joyce's friends were a really nice group of people. 

Suz was a real character, similar to Joyce in many ways, both sweet and funny. She stood about 5 foot six, medium brown hair and medium breasts.

I took a number of photographs. Suz loved to clown for the camera.

One girl, Roberta, left early. She apologized profusely.

The party broke up about five. Joyce stayed behind after everybody left.

She said: "You guys are too much. I don't know how to thank you enough. How did you find all my friends?"

Ann answered: "Your mother pointed me to Suz and she did the rest."

We hugged.

I said: "We have one more gift" and handed her an envelope. She opened it, looked at its contents, went wide eyed and shook her head: no. She said: "No. It's too much. Way too much."

Ann and I said: "Yes." I said: " It is a bonus. You have earned every bit of it. You're not totally off the hook however. You get to file the tax stuff on Monday." 

The 'it' was a check for $10,000. We hugged her again.

I said: "Do you want to come upstairs, get into your birthday suit, and stay a while?"

She replied: "Birthday suit? ... Oh. Oh yes, the one I was born wearing. Sounds good. Better lock the doors first though."

I went and locked the doors. When I reached the living room they were both nude.

She repeated: "You guys are too much. I never would have guessed that you would do this for me."

I replied: "We love you."

Ann suggested still another present. We used the undamped waterbed. Joyce had more orgasms than usual.

When Joyce's parents saw the check they decided that they didn't care how much time Joyce spent at work. 

Joyce commented to her parents: "Ann and Matt are my friends as well as my bosses. I love to spend time with them."

Pool Party 7. 

Sunday: We met at 1:00.

This time every girl wanted me to apply the sun-screen everywhere. There was a discussion about getting sunburned nipples and labia and they all wanted me to be extra thorough. I was. Life is tough sometimes. All the girls' nipples were sensitive but Candy's were at a whole new level. 

Joan applied my sun-screen. She was extra thorough. I had a full erection when she finished.

One thing that I found interesting: The level of sexual energy would be up while I was actually applying sun-screen to erotic zones but would totally dissipate as soon as I had finished.

Lots of good fun in and out of the water. Lots of joking around. This is a happy group.

I took a long series of shots of Gail underwater.

The discussions were all over the place. At one point the topic became virginity. 

Linda said: "It seems that some guys only want girls with experience."

Several others expressed similar feelings.

I said; "I think that is so sad. Sad and the guys are missing the point. A girl giving up her virginity is giving a beautiful gift. I, for one, consider it to be a very great honor to make love with a virgin. If your goal is strictly your own physical pleasure you are missing out on the best parts of sex. There is something magical about making it a sharing. I have a friend who says that having sex with someone you don't love is simply a dishonest form of masturbation. I think he is correct."

I went on: "In some ways making love with a virgin is more difficult in that extended and skillful foreplay is needed to prepare the girl for actual intercourse. I think it is important that the girl's first experience be pleasant."

Ann popped in here: "You made mine far more than just pleasant. It was wondrous. Wondrous even heavenly."

The other girls looked at Ann. She had just admitted something that the others had been speculating about. Janet blushed slightly. No one appeared to notice Janet's reaction.

Linda asked: "Did you have an orgasm?"

Ann answered: "Several. And so did my sisters. Cindy said she lost count."

Ellen, somewhat disdainfully said : "He did your sisters too?"

Ann replied: "I asked him to."

Ellen looking somewhat chastened said: "Oh. ... OK."

I continued: "I suggest that sex can be either sacred or profane. I believe that sacred sex is much better than profane sex. Better not only in terms of the spiritual side effects but also more fun for everybody involved. The guys who don't want virgins are to my mind after profane sex. If your only goal is an orgasm you are missing out on a whole lot. Likewise if an associated goal is the ego satisfaction of 'scoring' that is still the same space. Love is not just a four letter word, At its best it reaches out and shakes ones soul. An orgasm lasts seconds, soul touching soul can last lifetimes. Note that I said 'lifetimes' not merely 'a lifetime.' "

Ann said: "Matt has written an essay titled: 'Is sacred sex possible.' I will email a copy to each of you."

I said: "Another aspect is that I think a couple should be totally sober for sex, especially first sex. If you need a drink, or to be drunk to have sex then you are not really ready or not with the right partner. In any case it is setting up profane sex."

Candy added: "Or drugs."

I responded: "That goes without saying."

The conversation continued.

At one point Ann commented: "My mother insisted that we take birth control pills from age fifteen. I long thought that she was being silly, that I could start taking them when I started to get serious with a guy. I am now so glad that I followed her instructions. You see, I found myself seducing Matt four hours after we met."

Joan asked: "You seduced him?"

Ann replied: "I sure did. He even tried to talk me out of it. Lovingly. He always had my interest at heart."

Joan said: "Oh."

Ann continued: "Anyway girls, I will suggest if you are not taking birth control pills that you start now because you never know when a Matt will come into your life. It is far better to be safe than sorry."

The discussion went far and wide.




Driving in Snow Ch. 20



The hugs at the end of this party were especially erotic. I had the feeling that every one of them was hoping I would take them. I am not sure that I necessarily like the reasons however.

There was definitely quite a bit of sexual energy present with the hugs. Most of the time this had been totally absent from our pool parties even with all the nudity.

Ann drove everyone but Joan back. Then she was off to have dinner with Fil.

Joan and I talk. 

Joan and I were back on the couch. I suggested that this time we keep our pants on. 

She agreed saying: "That is a good idea. I just started taking birth control pills and I want to give them time to be effective."

We alternated between necking and talking about reincarnation. I explained some of the evidence for it. She was surprised that there was so much and that it was so strong. She was especially surprised to hear that it was part of early Christianity and was removed by a Byzantine emperor in the sixth century.

I also talked about a number of past lives that I had discovered before meeting the Wells family. I pointed out how that information dovetailed with Ann's material. Joan found that to be somewhat persuasive.

The necking turned into light petting. Her top and bra again came off. We made out for about a half hour. We were past hot. Finally we just cuddled. 

We started discussing the journey of souls.

At one point she said: "You are beginning to convince me that I really do have a soul."

I replied: "I would like to get you to a state where you experience the fact that you are a soul. You are a soul that has bodies, not the other way around. As you experience life as soul you will find that it becomes a happy place, love becomes more central, fear just drops away and things make more sense."

She responded: "Umm. Interesting thought."

We kissed gently, no tongue.

We continued our discussion. Much of the time I held one breast in my hand, not playing with it, just feeling its softness.

I said: "By coming into my life you have caused me to give a great deal of thought to Jean. For the first time in my life I find that I am glad things turned out as they did. I still regret that we never went dancing and that I never took any pictures of her but those are minor things."

I explained that in trying to get her back, I did and said a great many things which insured she would stay away. I proceeded to give a number of examples.

I said: "Most of the really important decisions in our lives seem to be trivial at the time but they set up the ones we see as important. It is often a choice between coming from love or coming from fear. Making these decisions brings home the importance of living mindfully, all the time. Of course none of us can really do that. If we could we would not need to be here. The spiritual laws work in subtle ways. 

Continuing: "I didn't date in high school. Wanted to but somehow never got up the courage to ask a girl out on a regular date. I did take girls to the proms but I didn't even get a good night kiss from the girl I took to the senior prom. We were both shy. I watched the cool guys, the guys who were successful and listened to what they said when they were with just guys. I did not see myself as ever being that callous. 

"An aside: Many years later at a high school reunion one of the girls said: 'All the guys in high school were assholes.' She was given applause by most of the other women present. I thought: 'No we weren't all assholes but the ones that weren't didn't get dates.' 

"Anyway I went to a number of mixer dances freshman year of college but seemed to always end up with girls from far away colleges and I didn't have a car. Freshman year I read a book on sacred sexuality and I found that the idea really resonated. I really didn't have any idea as to how to get there but the seed was planted. Sophomore year I met Sally and we dated for months. We went to movies and usually ended up necking and light petting back at my apartment. I still remember her bright smile the first time I removed her bra. That spring I met Juli, an incredibly sexy young woman. She was the first girl to proposition me. I sometimes wonder how my life would have turned out if I had taken her up on it. Three girls propositioned me sophomore year and two my junior year but none felt right so I stayed a virgin. I did not admit it however, that would be un-cool. I always tried to pretend to be cool. 

"Being cool was really fear driven but I was not admitting that, even to myself. The idea of spiritual sex was always in the background, something I really wanted. But spiritual sex seemed to be totally un-cool.

"Then I met Jean, at the end of spring term junior year. She was attending a nearby college. We got together a number of times over the summer. I was getting the internal 'Yes' with Jean. "People didn't talk about soul mates back then but I certainly felt that I had found mine. Our making out rapidly progressed to heavy petting. I found that I enjoyed giving her orgasms even more than I enjoyed having my own."

Joan said: "You are the only man I've ever gotten a 'Yes' about. I can't say it is from my soul, only my heart."

We kissed.

She said: "Back to your story."

I continued: "I called her often and we wrote each other many letters. During this time I had started to open up spiritually including exploring reincarnation. In one phone call I told her about a past life discovery. She laughed at me. I thought: 'Well maybe she isn't the girl for me.' 

"I am sure that Jean assumed I was an experienced lover. That seemed to be what she wanted. I played the role of the worldly sophisticate. I suspect that I overplayed it. I was living a lie. I wonder now what would have happened if I had been honest as to who I really was and what I really wanted, notably a twenty year old virgin by choice who now wanted to have sacred sex with her. I am just now beginning to see the extent that she was also living her lie."

Joan asked: "What was her lie?"

I answered: "I don't have it all. In any event I think it would be best just to leave it as her business. I don't need to start blaming her." 

I sighed and then went on: "The universe threw me a real curve ball on what turned out to be our last date. It was a double date and she had fixed a friend of mine up. I don't remember anything about the other girl except her psychic energy. She and I had been lovers in a lifetime one hundred years before. I did not get this consciously at the time but I sure did subconsciously. Talk about synchronicity. Later Jean would accuse me of making a pass at her. I probably did. Later in the date I found myself coming to a point of total clarity: Jean was my one and only love. When I came to that she seemed to be wrestling with something, something she did not want to share. I talked her into sharing it, saying something like: 'Whatever it is WE can work it out.' What she said was: 'Good bye.' "

Joan said: "Wow. 

Continuing: "My world had fallen apart. I saw her as my only soul mate and I had lost her. I was emotionally bleeding from many wounds and not seeing them as self inflicted. It would be decades before I discovered the truth about soul mates: We have lots of them and our interactions may not necessarily be blissful or even pleasant.

"There was a second wound: My best friend was pulling away from me, far away. I had not only lost my soul mate but my best friend too. It was only much later that I found out he was dating Jean.

"I now find myself wondering if she had already foreclosed her dharmic mission when we were dating. If so that would explain a great many things."

Joan asked me to explain. 

I did.

I then said: "There were some things I saw as odd at the time which seem to have a more serious flavor today. Her ultimate insult for somebody was to call them a 'farmer' and whenever she did that I always heard the word 'bauer' echoing in my mind. 'Bauer' is German for farmer or peasant. The most recent past life of her's that I know of is one where she was male, a Prussian aristocrat who could be a really cruel bastard. He was especially cruel to the peasant stock in the army which he considered to be fit for use only as cannon fodder." 

Continuing: "I don't remember anything that she did that was particularly mean to me while we were dating but I do remember a story she told of hanging out a dorm window one warm day and having a young man who was walking by ask her for a date. She readily agreed and told him her name was Alice. She thought it was hilarious when he later showed up asking for Alice. A small incident perhaps but then why do I still remember it fifty years later?"

Joan asked: "Is Ann a soul mate and how much of this story does she know?"

I replied: "Yes she is a soul mate and she knows this story in far greater detail than what I have told you. You see sometimes we are telepathic. Being truly telepathic allows no secrets. She knows it all and loves me all the more for it."

She asked: "Do you have spiritual sex with her?"

I answered: "Yes, right from the start."

She then asked: "How do you get to a place where sacred sex is possible?"

I replied: "One starting place is meditation."

We talked about meditation. I pointed out that the medical community was starting to recognize its health benefits. I took time to explain various ways to meditate. At one point I sang the "Gayatri" to her in Sanskrit.

She said: "That is so beautiful. What does it mean?"

I answered: "Let us meditate on the glorious splendor of divine light. May God illumine our meditation. Amen Peace peace peace."

She said: "It is beautiful in English too."

She asked: "I've heard of group meditation. Do I need to be in a group? Would being in a group help?"

I replied: "Some people find it helps, others don't. Mostly I prefer to meditate alone. Ann used to meditate with her sisters sometimes but she can't do that now. I think Janet meditates with Ann sometimes."

She said: "Do you think Ann and Janet would like me to meditate with them sometimes?"

I responded: "They might well. Ann is a serious meditator."

She put her head down on my shoulder and sighed contentedly.

We necked and light petted for the next hour.

I gave her a copy of our expanded history before I drove her back to campus.

That evening Ann and I made love. 

Then we had a long telepathic conversation about Joan. Joan had asked to join in meditating with Ann and Janet. She was not put off by the fact that they started at 6:30 AM. One thing we discussed is how all three of us were assuming that Joan would soon be joining my harem. Ann's opinion was: "Of course she will."

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 21



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-27 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.



Chapter 21.

Joyce Shops. 

Over the next week Joyce spent a lot of time on line ordering clothing, but not ordinary clothing. She started with another French maid costume that she told us was: "Even more over the top than my first one." I found myself wondering how that would be possible.

She ordered over a dozen different bathing suits: two more two strap style suits, several micro string bikinis, several normal bikinis in very stretchy fabric, several translucent suits and a couple with cutouts for nipples and/or vulva. She even got one with zippers.

She decided that since I had a harem we needed some harem costumes so she stocked up both for herself and for others. She acquired about a dozen in all. Some had opaque parts that could be worn optionally, Some were only translucent. She also ordered baby dolls and various other things. All were incredibly sexy.

She kept me busy taking photographs as each package arrived. Ann and Janet had fun modeling too. 

She found a chest of drawers at a used furniture store to hold all her purchases. She installed this in the third office.

She made a point of telling me that these were available for use by any girl that was posing for me.

Gail's prom dress. 

Monday: Gail called to tell me that her prom dress had arrived. We arranged to meet at noon.

When she arrived she said: "I have a surprise for you after you photograph me in my prom dress."

She had a wicked grin on her face.

She changed into her prom dress. She had me zip it up. Then she spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom working on her hair.

The dress was spectacular. Strapless, white with a full skirt ending at mid calf. She was showing a very nice cleavage. I thought: 'That dress had to be custom designed for her.' 

We moved to the studio and I took several dozen shots: front, quarter, and over the shoulder with various lighting arrangements. I even took a few from the ladder.

She loved the results.

She turned around and said: "Unzip me."

I did. Then I said: "Shall I take a few more?"

She looked at me with a coy smile and said: "By all means."

I did. I captured some neat pictures as she played with allowing the dress to fall away.

Then she said: "Time for your surprise."

She went to the other room and returned in a cheerleader's jumper. Just the jumper.

We both laughed.

I took lots of pictures. She bounced around doing various cheers. She jounced wonderfully. It was difficult, however, to catch her breasts optimally.

She was having a ball.

She even did some cartwheels that really demonstrated that she was wearing just the jumper.

I also shot some video.

I asked her if I could show these pictures to Ann and Joyce.

She replied: "I trust you to use discretion with them but I allow you to show them to whoever you wish."

I responded: "Thank you."

Then the jumper came off for some total nudes.

Her laptop had a memory chip port. She copied the pictures into her laptop. 

She laughed and said: "I'll have to be careful about which ones I send to my mom."

I asked: "Do you want the underwater nudes too?"

She said: "I haven't even seen them."

I said: "Come on."

We went to my office and I brought the series up on a large display.

She was entranced. She said: "These are so beautiful. I didn't think I could look that good."

I copied them to a memory stick and on to her laptop.

She was late so I drove her back to campus.

Yvonne Returns .

On Tuesday Ann joined me in the office for lunch. We did our twenty strokes thing and she went back to campus with our telepathic link firmly in place. 

I found an interesting thing about our twenty strokes. I found that I began to really enjoy it and didn't mind that we were ending sex long before I had an orgasm.

Before the lab started Ann asked Yvonne to write down a ten digit random number and show it to her. She wrote down: 9247184662 When she had done that Ann asked her to call me.

I answered the phone: "Hi Yvonne. Your number is: 9247184662. Now, is that an adequate demonstration of our telepathy?"

Yvonne almost fainted away.

Then the lab started.

Ann brought Yvonne over to 3i after the lab. This time she was wearing a dress. The dress was basically a sheath, burgundy in color, that had a wide but high scoop neck and ended just below the knee. The fabric was not silk or satin but was thin and did have a definite sheen. Her bra straps kept sneaking into view however. She was forever tucking them back under the dress straps. The portion of her legs that were visible were beautiful.

She smiled broadly when she saw that I was there.

I bowed and said: "Namaste."

She bowed and returned the greeting before stepping into my arms for a big hug.

Glorious union. Even stronger than last time. She held on tight. We swayed. I kissed her cheek.

She asked: "Why?"

I replied: "It seemed to be the right thing to do."

She smiled and said: "Maybe it was exactly the right thing to do." Then she gave me a short kiss to the lips.

We both smiled. We were still holding each other. She came back in for a longer kiss. This greatly amplified the feeling of union. I caressed her back.

She made a soft sound. If she were to be a cat it would have been a purr. She rubbed her body tightly into mine. I surprised myself by not getting an erection. This was pure meld, our souls were touching.

We broke the kiss then the hug. We were both smiling broadly.

I left the girls to work on their lab.

Yvonne asked Ann if she minded her kissing me. Ann explained that it was not only all right but that she would actually encourage it. 

She explained: "Matt and I share a very profound love that has developed over many lifetimes. We are now aware that such love is not a fixed quantity, the more Matt loves the more love he has for each of the people that he loves."

She shocked Yvonne by adding: "I think it would be nice if the two of you went far beyond just kissing."

Yvonne responded: "What!, Why? Why would you possibly want that?"

Ann answered: "Because you are part of our spiritual family and you need to come home."

Yvonne replied: "Part of your family? But I'm black."

To which Ann replied: "So. What possible difference does that make."

They went back to working on the lab reports.

When they finished we all went upstairs.

Yvonne wanted another hug. I was happy to oblige. If anything it was better than the last one.

Eventually we sat down on the sofa. She tended to show a shy smile when she looked at me and she looked at me a lot.

I asked about Ann's book.

Yvonne was thrilled about "Interconnections." She looked at Ann and said: "There is something weird about your book. I found myself feeling that I was reading about people I knew, old friends."

Ann responded: "I'm not surprised. I think you are part of our spiritual family."

I jumped in: "Welcome home."

Yvonne began to cry.

She hugged me again, still sitting on the sofa.

I whispered: "As I said; Welcome home."

She said: "This is so weird and the weirdest part is that I actually believe you guys."

We talked at length about soul families. We gave her a copy of the expanded version of our past life research.

When that conversation wound down I asked Yvonne if she would like to pose for some pictures.

She replied: "I would love to."

We adjourned to the studio.

I took a series of portraits with her sitting on a stool. She started off tense and only slowly started to relax. We took a pause to hug again. This brought back her shy smile. That was lovely. I got a few pictures and then noticed that her bra straps were sneaking back out.

Ann suggested that she remove her bra. At first she was reluctant but finally agreed and went across the hall to remove it. 

When she returned her smile was even brighter and the dress seemed to hang better. I got some really nice portraits: full front, quarter and over the shoulder. I took some full-length shots as well. We moved to the large conference room and I projected the results. Yvonne was very pleased but we all noticed how her panty line was very noticeable in the full-length shots. She wanted to retake them with her panties off.

I thought: 'That is an interesting shift in demeanor.'

She went to the third office and removed them. We continued our session. Her smile was subtly different.

She commented: "I feel so naughty."

I found that I really liked the results that I was getting. I made a number of small adjustments to the positions of the lights and got some interesting effects. I was glad the strobes had modeling lights. The sheen of her dress brought out her subtle curves. In several shots one could even sort of see the shape of her mons. Her ass was not large but seemed to be beautifully shaped. 

When we finished she came to me for another hug. She clung tight. Her breasts were small but still felt very nice against my chest. I caressed her back and her ass. The feel of the dress fabric made this extra sensual. Great union.

We looked at the projected results. They were beautiful photographs of a beautiful girl. I said so.

Yvonne responded: "No one outside my family ever called me beautiful before."

I replied: "Calling you beautiful is an understatement."

She smiled. I was sure she was blushing. Her shy look returned.

I said that I loved her collarbones.

Ann turned to Yvonne and said: "I have a strapless black dress that should fit you. That would really emphasize your collarbones and besides you would look beautiful in it. Would you like to pose in it?"

Yvonne answered: "OK."

The two girls headed for our bedroom. They returned promptly. Yvonne looked beautiful in the black dress. I whistled. Ann was carrying the green dress. I thought: 'I will be very surprised if Yvonne actually wears that.'

We hugged again. Yvonne was still without her underwear. Still great union. Still merging. It should have been sexy but somehow it wasn't. It didn't need to be.

She was totally relaxed as I took great picture after great picture. I got a neat series of portraits where she seemed to be bonding with me by eye contact through the camera. Charming eyes.

We hugged again. She could not get enough hugs.

Ann asked her: "Are you ready to try the other dress?"

Yvonne replied with a wicked grin: "Do I dare?"

Ann replied: "It is up to you. 

Yvonne asked me: "Will you hug me in it."

I responded: "Certainly. If you want a hug in it."

She disappeared into the third office with it.

She returned. We hugged. She was still not wearing her underwear. I could detect lots of sexual energy radiating from her but it was still secondary to the sense of union, of merging. 

I took a number of photographs. She has great legs. It was fun taking pictures that showcased them.

In a couple of shots she was leaning toward me. Her breasts were small enough that they did not fill the top of the dress tight and high enough that they were starting to show. Unfortunately they were in shadow so it was just hints. Beautiful nonetheless. I thought about moving a light to showcase them but thought better of it.

She was having fun. I took several hundred shots. Her expressions ran the gamut from shy, to coy, to cute, to sheepish, to soft, to softer, to friendly, to sweet, to innocent, to tender, to charming, to dreamy, to happy, to joyous, to exuberant, to pensive, to welcoming, to impish, to come hither, to I am yours, to sultry and all the way to wanton and back.

We returned to the living room.

She sat opposite me on the sofa and crossed her legs. The dress had worked up high enough that the top of her pubic hair was visible. It took great discipline on my part not to stare.

We talked more about soul families and the relationship of race to them. I pointed out that color of skin is really no more important than the color of a shirt. It only becomes important when we choose to make it so. 

I said: "Many of your classmates in public school saw themselves as victims and basically gave up. They said: 'Why try, I can't win anyway.' By taking that attitude they guaranteed that they will fail. You have chosen to not see yourself as a victim and by making that choice you are free to succeed. You talked earlier about your uncle's experience: Race didn't matter, only competence. Well that world is out there if you want it. Likewise working the race issue can be a karmic tool or a dharmic tool or whatever you choose to make it in this spiritual classroom. The games get played every which way and it is generally not clear what is going on. For example: there are black, so called, leaders who want reparations for slavery. I sense that some of them were major white plantation owners at the time of the Civil War and now they want to be compensated for losing their slaves. They are not seeing that they had no right to them in the first place. Thus their karmic dramas will continue."

Yvonne asked: "Can it really work that way?"

I answered: "It almost has to. The law of karma grinds exceedingly slow but it grinds exceedingly fine. If someone perceives imbalance it becomes a tool in the spiritual classroom. Karma will take care of the real imbalances. The unreal ones just become another tool. The point is that all of life is spiritual classroom."

She asked: "So what do we do?"

I replied: "We live as harmlessly as we can. We live as lovingly as we can. We forgive those who need to be forgiven. Especially ourselves. We relax into the spiritual flow. We allow our good to come to us."

She inquired: "But how do we do that?"

I answered: "We live to the highest standards that we can. This does not mean that we follow some strict set of rules set down by some religion or another. The 'shoulds' do not come from God. Neither do the lists of 'Thou shall not's.' Those exist for the spiritual first graders. Instead it means following our internal guidance. Learn to trust your feelings. Learn to listen to your soul. It also means accepting full responsibility for all of our decisions."

She leaned back and uncrossed her legs. Instantly, I was getting quite a view. Then she leaned forward. She came off the sofa toward me, giving me a nice view down her front. She took my head in her hands and kissed me. I found myself guiding her onto my lap. She ended up facing toward Ann. She kissed me hungrily. She twisted her body to make more contact. Then she moaned softly.

I ran my left hand up the outside of her thigh from just above her knee almost to the top. She spread her legs to allow me access. I found myself caressing the inside of her other thigh over the same distance. I brought my tongue into play with her lips. It took her a few seconds to realize what I was trying to do. Then she opened her mouth and her tongue met mine in a glorious dance. I now had a full erection. Yvonne knew. She was sitting on it.

I knew her pussy was right there for the caressing but that was the problem. It was pussy not yoni. I would wait until it was yoni. 

I debated unbuttoning the top buttons of the dress and playing with her breasts, but did not.

My right hand was caressing her back from shoulder to ass. An inch lower and I would have been caressing bare ass instead of through the dress. It was tempting but I resisted.

She was getting hotter and hotter. The aroma of her arousal smelled really nice.

I was aware of Ann's approval the entire time.

We made out for ten or fifteen minutes then we stopped. We both looked at each other knowing that we had better stop before we went too far.

Ann had been sitting quietly waiting. She was enjoying me enjoying the make out session telepathically.

Yvonne said: " I'd better get back."

She stood up and brushed the dress down, finally realizing just how much the dress had ridden up. She said: "Oh God."

I replied: "You are beautiful there too."

She responded: "But I had not meant to show you that."

I said: "It's OK."

She went to our bedroom to change. She returned wearing her burgundy dress. She realized that her bra and panties were downstairs in the third office.

We went downstairs and the girls collected their things. Yvonne put her bra and panties in her purse. 

We had one more hug. I caressed her ass. She ground herself into me.

Ann drove Yvonne back to school.

In the car Yvonne said: "I can't believe I was just making out with an old white guy and that it was the most intense session that I've ever had. It feels so incredibly right. I've never done anything like that, kissing a guy with my pussy hanging out, hoping against hope that he would touch it. Hell, I was hoping he would pop my cherry. At that moment I was his for the taking. This is so weird. The logical part of my mind says this is crazy: Wanting to fuck an old white man, but I do. Do you think he wants to fuck me?"

Ann replied: "No, he doesn't want to fuck you. Instead he would very much like to make love with you. The act seems the same but the intention and the vibration is very different. I want to share something with you. In India they sometimes use the word 'yoni' for the female sex organs. Yoni means 'sacred place.' When you two were making out I was in telepathic connection with him. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't touch you there because in his mind it was still pussy not yoni. He was willing to wait until it was yoni."

Yvonne said: "Wow." Her tone was reverent.

Ann said: "Remember I can sometimes see into his mind. He cares very deeply about you and believe me the color of your skin is the farthest thing from his mind except that he really wants to photograph you nude. Let his love for you unfold. Do you want that?"

Yvonne replied: "My heart is screaming: Yes. My mind is still trying to come to terms with what is happening. My body wants him."

Ann said: "Matt wrote an article titled: 'Is sacred sex possible?' I will email you a copy."

Yvonne replied: "Thank you. I would love to read it."

Ann asked her if she was on the pill. Yvonne said: "Not yet but I'm planning on going to the infirmary in the morning."

Ann said: "Good idea."

Fireplace. 

Ann and I had dinner together. Ann cleaned up the kitchen while I went into the living room to start a fire in the fireplace. The fireplace had good draft and I soon had a nice fire going.

Ann joined me and together we moved a sofa to just in front of the fireplace.

I went around and turned off all the lights.

Ann and I sat on the sofa and cuddled. Ann is easy to love.




Driving in Snow Ch. 21



We began to neck, softly, gently. We had enough of a telepathic link to know that we both felt very loved and very loving. Life is good.

I stopped to add a log to the fire. When I returned to the sofa I began undressing Ann and she began undressing me. Once we were nude we went back to necking.

After a while I began to caress her breasts. Our sex play progressed to heavy petting. It was all still gentle and tender.

We made love there on the sofa. Slowly and gently. We came to orgasm together. They were not the most powerful ones ever but they were unusually satisfying. Life is very good.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 22



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-27 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.



Chapter. 22.



Talking with Joyce. 

The next morning Joyce and I were talking. She had given Suz a copy of many of my spiritual writings and said that she really liked them. She asked my permission to give her a copy of "Is Sacred Sex Possible?" We talked about just who Suz was for a while and then I said yes. 

Joyce explained that she and Suz had been the best of friends since grade school and that she had found her to be totally trustworthy and could be counted on to keep a secret. She went on to say that she felt bad in not sharing her biggest secret, notably that she was no longer a virgin, with Suz. She asked me if it would be all right if she told her that we were lovers.

Joy also told me that she had shown some of her G rated pictures to Suz and that Suz wanted me to photograph her too. We arranged for Suz to come over tomorrow at 5:00.



Janet again. 

Wednesday noon was becoming a regular thing. This time we used the conventional mattress. She found this best when using the astride position. Ride 'em Cowgirl! She had three orgasms.

Afterwards she said: "Maybe I won't be horny at all this afternoon, but then again..."

We laughed. 

We had lunch. Eating at the dining table. We had not dressed.

She said: "Ron and I have started going out. We went to a play that the players did. We also started to sit together and watch movies on a TV in one of the lounge areas. We usually meet for breakfast and dinner. I'm still being cautious. We aren't even kissing yet. Ron seems to understand. He seems to have an intuitive feel for my need to go slow. I have hugged him a few times however. Not your kind of hugs, yet. I suspect that they will come."

As we were finishing she moved to straddle me. We started making out and I was quickly erect. She guided my shaft into herself and began to rise and fall. She quickly had another orgasm. This time it triggered mine.

We decided that we just had time for her shave.

Then she was off to class with a smile on her lips.



Tenting the pool. 

The temperature was getting cooler. The pool water was warm but the air temperature was less than comfortable particularly if the wind was blowing. We decided to install the plastic covers over the screening.

Wednesday at three Ann, Joyce, the pool girls less Janet and Candy and I gathered to install the plastic over the screening. Joan was wearing a light coat over a dress. 

Joyce and I carried the ladder out from the studio. For once the outside door on the studio was useful.

Joyce had really designed the cover thoughtfully. The plastic sheeting was attached to aluminum L extrusions which attached to protrusions in the screening frame. We maneuvered the high ones into place with long poles. The sides and bottom of each piece were held in place with cords through grommets in the plastic. The top pieces overlapped the side pieces so we didn't need to do any real high work.

The girls all liked Joyce and respected her ingenuity. They also loved her sense of humor. 

We had it all setup in about an hour. Janet and Candy appeared just as we were finishing. Joyce had not only designed it carefully, she also measured everything carefully - everything fit. When it was on Joyce headed back to the office.

Pool Party 8. 

Once we had finished installing the plastic we all stripped down and had a nice round of hugs. I ended up with an erection. 

The girls wanted me to apply sun-screen. I said: "That's ridiculous, the sun is low in the sky and we have the plastic and the screen so there is no way you are going to get burned."

Ellen winked at me and said: "Better safe than sorry."

I replied: "And I suppose that you want me to be very thorough too."

Joan responded: "Sure do."

I then said: "Why don't we be honest and call it petting."

They responded as a chorus: "It's petting!"

We all laughed.

I said: "Should we start each with a kiss?" 

They all nodded and lined up. Joan was first, Ann was last. It was fun. Joan rejoined the end of the line. Most of the girls added some tongue to the kiss.

Joan stroked my shaft. I was fully hard.

I decided to take the group in a different direction. I asked: "Did anybody read: 'Is sacred sex possible?' "

Everyone nodded and said: "Yes."

I asked: "Well, what do you think?"

Ruth asked: "Are you saying that sacred sex is possible outside of marriage?"

I answered: "Yes certainly. As I said: 'It is the ceremony in bed, not the ceremony in church that establishes the bond.' "

Ruth continued

: "You added: 'Or not.' "

I replied: "Yes, very much: 'or not' Very often a person will have sex with absolutely no intention of forming any sort of bond with his or her partner of the moment. Sometimes this is mutual, sometimes not."

Ann also replied: "Likewise people usually get married without the focus on the spiritual that is necessary to make it a spiritual partnership and the sex truly sacred."

Joan said: "So this is really all about intention?"

I replied: "Yes, absolutely."

Joan continued: "Making it a creative act?"

I answered: "Yes. Again absolutely."

Ruth asked: "Is it a creative act if no child results?"

I responded: "Certainly. If it is creating or reinforcing a bond of love, that is a creative act. If it is honoring the divinity at the center of you partner's being, that is a creative act. If it is honoring the divine spark at the center of your own being, that is also a creative act." 

Joan said: "Keep in mind that the average person has sex many thousands of times over a lifetime but only has one or two children. Some people have no children."

The conversation took many twists and turns from here.

Ellen asked: "What are the major differences between living as personality and living as soul?"

I answered: "Perspective and intensity of love, I suppose. Most of our interactions take place over several lifetimes. The soul is fully aware of this but the personality generally has little or no such knowledge. Likewise the soul is much more love driven, making love both much more pervasive, much more central and much more intense."

Ellen continued: "Does the soul have perfect knowledge of what is happening?"

I replied: "No, the soul does not. It has far greater knowledge than the personality but it does not have the full story either. Remember the personalities involved do have free will and as such are writing the stories themselves. The soul may provide hints and has more than a little say in some aspects of life but not others. I think the soul plays a large part in choosing when and how we die for example." 

Linda said: "You said that these stories play out over several lifetimes. Talk about that."

I replied: "First: keep in mind that the story will continue until karmic balance is achieved. Second: it is common to switch roles to facilitate that. Third: there are often supporting characters involved. The supporting characters will almost always be part of the supported characters spiritual family. They may appear, give the needed support and then leave the scene."

Ellen asked: "Is this why we tend to work within our spiritual family?"

Ann answered: "I think it is more natural. We are naturally attracted to other members of our family. We interact more. Likewise agreements are often made to work together while still in Bardo."

Candy asked: "What is Bardo?"

Ann replied: "Bardo is the time between death and rebirth. Many things happen while in Bardo. Other things require a new lifetime."

We discussed this for a while.

Ann pointed out that lovers are usually members of the same spiritual family but this may or may not be true of one night stands.

Candy asked: "Do you think it is likely that all of us here are in the same spiritual family?"

Ann answered: "It is certainly possible. It is more probable if you include extended spiritual families. If we are all one spiritual family then the group is more apt to make more long term bonds and be more intimate. If not then the group is more apt to dissolve with less interaction."

The twists and turns continued.

At one point I summarized by saying that in essence sacred sex starts with honoring the spirit within both yourself and your partner. As we honor the spirit within each we allow the miracles to begin. 

The discussion lasted until 5 when we had agreed to end.

I received a very nice hug from each girl.

Joan asked me: "Photography?"

I said: "Sure."

Joan helped me carry the ladder back.

Ann drove the other girls to campus.



Joan poses .

She set her coat down on a chair.

She was wearing a white dress with a floral pattern. The neckline was a modest scoop and the skirt went to below the knee. The fabric was thin. A matching belt completed it. I would describe it is pretty rather than sexy.

I suggested she remove her bra and panties. She asked why and I explained that I wanted the strap marks and elastic marks to have time to fade. She did. The bra was lacy. Her matching panties were brief. Later she would pose in them.

I took lots of photos, mostly portraits. She quickly relaxed into some wonderful expressions. Some of the full length shots were sexy in that it was clear that she was not wearing underwear. In others it was not at all obvious.

I found myself wondering just what the dress would look like wet. I did not suggest it, then.

She talked about her experiences meditating. She was doing it regularly with Ann and Janet. When Ann was missing she was either doing it with Janet or alone. She thanked me for teaching her how. She said that she felt much happier when she meditated. She also said that sometimes she was starting to get some form of soul connection.

I came to a natural stopping point in my picture taking.

I asked: "Are you ready to try some more risque shots?"

She smiled and said: "I've been ready."

She undid the belt and then reached behind herself and unzipped the dress.

I said: "Not today, but sometime it might be interesting to photograph you in that dress in the pool."

She replied: "OK."

She moved the straps off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it.

Then she stood with a slightly confused look on her face looking at her arms as if she was trying to figure out what to do with them. 

I found myself in pure love with her. 

The camera fired and then fired again. My conscious mind had nothing to do with it.

The moment passed. She picked up her dress and tossed it onto the chair with her coat.

I took about one hundred pictures of her.

Many captured that innocence, that shyness others went all the way to wanton.

At one point I took a comb to her pubic hair and fluffed it out. She liked that.

I got some really good images of her sitting in a chair, on the Roman couch, on a carpet on the floor and even on top of the conference table. I used the ladder for some of them.

She was having fun. We were having fun.

I had her pose playing peek-a-boo with her coat. That was even more fun for her.

I asked: "Would you like to pose as a harem girl?"

She replied: "That sounds neat."

We went across the hall and raided Joyce's dresser. Joan selected two outfits. Both were made of totally diaphanous material.

One had a top which covered her shoulders loosely and stopped just below her bosom. The bottom was loose pants with an elastic that she wore low on her hips and ending with elastic at the ankles.

The second top had elastic top and bottom loosely covering just her breasts. The bottom was a series of panels attached to a waistband. Again she wore it low on her hips. When she stood up straight it looked like a skirt. When she moved or bent a leg the slits became obvious.

I ended up with a series of fabulous photos. The results were both incredibly sexy and incredibly cute. Joan thought this was even more fun than playing with her coat.

She needed to get back. She had a pile of homework. I gave her a ride back to campus.

On the way she asked: "Do you have a harem?"

I said: "Yes."

She asked: "How big is it."

I paused, counting.

She exclaimed: "You don't know!?!"

I said: "Well it depends on how I count. Three are active, Barbara and Connie are semi-active, another two more are inactive, two more I would classify as possibly semi-active and then there is you."

She said: "And you are over seventy?"

I replied: "Yep."

She said: "I assume that two of the three active ones are Ann and your wife. Who is the third?"

I replied: "My wife and I have not had sex in decades now and only a few times a year for a lot longer than that."



She said: "Oh. And you still love her?"

I answered: "Yes, now more than ever."

I pulled up to her drop off point. We kissed before she left my car.



Jan comes to dinner .

Ann and I had invited Janet to join us for dinner. With all that went on today I seriously considered cancelling it out. Instead we ordered pizza. Somehow we ended up spending the evening nude together. 

We mostly talked about the nature of love.

The conversation was wonderful. 

The girls headed back to the dorm about ten.



Massaging Gail. 

Thursday: Gail called wanting to know if she could have another massage. I said sure. We met at noon. As she undressed she asked if she should leave her panties on. 

I replied: "That is up to you."

The peeled them off and struck a pose. I just smiled. She smiled back.

I setup the pillows on the massage table and she climbed aboard. I started with her shoulders. We talked as I worked. She thanked me again for the photos. I started asking her about her life. I found it interesting how she kept bringing the discussion back to her boobs.

I finally asked her: "Who is the girl behind the boobs?"

She burst out in tears and said: "I don't know. I wish I did but I really don't know."

I asked her about her life before puberty. She described a happy childhood. She was somewhat of an outcast as the class 'brain' but not too much. Then she explained how everything changed: "As they got bigger and bigger lifelong friends started freaking out on me. The girls were worse than the boys and the boys were awful." 

I asked: "Have you considered breast reduction surgery?"

She answered: "I've thought about it. The funny part is that they are so much of me that I'm afraid shrinking them would shrink me away. I feel lost with them but I'm afraid that I would be even more lost without them. Am I making any sense?"

I replied: "Yes you are."

She said: "I would like to have a guy in my life who is interested in the real me instead of my boobs but how can that happen when I don't know who I am in addition to my boobs and my brain. Carrying on discussions about calculus only goes so far."

I said: "The more interesting question to me is who are you from a spiritual perspective. Earth is largely a classroom and we learn by playing out our dramas. We travel in groups, we come into human form with missions and most of our dramas are playing out over multiple lifetimes."

We talked about this until I began massaging her ass. That proved to be a distraction to her. 

She asked: "Do you like my ass?"

I said: "Yes it is very beautiful and it certainly is sensitive. You have ass as well as tits."

She laughed: "That's good to know. I have tits and ass."

I said: "You are a lot more than just your tits and your ass."

She rolled over and looked at me. She made a point of noticing that I did not have an erection.

I started massaging her front. I did not spend too much time on her breasts and tended to stay away from her nipples. I spent longer on her belly. She liked that. 

I raised the question: "What is the spiritual purpose in you developing your extra-large breasts?"

We kicked that around but did not find any answers.

I spent about ten seconds on her pussy.

I said: "That is just to remind you that I am very aware of this part of your body."

Immediately after I thought: 'Why in the world did I just do and say that?'

I helped her down from the table. We hugged. Those massive cushions were tight into my chest.

She kissed me. Not a really sexy kiss, this was more a friendly kiss, a thank you kiss.

She said: "Thank you, both for the massage and the conversation. You have given me a lot to think about."

I asked: "Would you like some of my spiritual writings?"

She smiled and said: "Please."

We hugged again. Then I turned her around and hugged her from behind. My arms gently squeezed her belly just below her bosom. She liked that. I brought my hands up, feeling the weight of them. I understood why she got backaches.

I gathered some of my material as she dressed.

She left with a big smile.



Suz visits. 

Suz showed up right on time. She had a large cloth bag with her. We sat in the living room and Suz quizzed me on my spiritual outlook. She very much liked what she heard. She was very interested in the idea of people each having unique spiritual missions. We talked about how the soul tries to communicate but that the personality usually does not listen. 

Joyce commented: "Ann and Matt do not know the spiritual purpose of 3i, only that there is one. I don't know either but I do know that it is important and that my being here is important too. I am so thankful to be here. Ann and Matt are great bosses and better friends."

We talked more and then moved to the studio. On the way Joyce suggested that I hug Suz. We did. Suz has very nice energy. She seemed to really enjoy my hug.

Photographing Suz was easy. Her natural exuberance made her a natural. She was having a ball. She changed outfits several times. Ending up in one that was quite sexy. I clicked away happily.

She wanted a hug between each costume change.

Joyce suggested that she wear her bikini. Suz said that she didn't bring it. Joyce asked if she would like to borrow one. Suz said yes. The two girls headed across the hall. They did not close either door and I could hear a good deal of quiet conversation intermixed with bouts of giggles.

Finally they returned. Suz was wearing the least extreme of Joyce's string bikinis. I took some really nice shots. Nice figure. Pale skin.

The girls went across the hall again and this time she changed into one of the stretchy ones. She was having fun pulling it one-way and the other. Several times she was showing a definite camel toe.

Suz went across the hall and returned in a translucent bikini. It was clear from her expression that Joyce was very surprised by her friend's daring.




Driving in Snow Ch. 22



Suz's areolae and nipples were small but dark red. Her pubic hair was dark brown, almost black. She was quite bushy. She alternated between clowning around and being seductive for the camera. She was having a wonderful time. 

Four more changes: A micro bikini that didn't cover her bush, A two straps suit, Another two straps suit with narrower straps and finally one with an open vulva. She did not spread her legs with it however so all that she was showing was the front of her outer lips. Lots of great pictures. Lots of neat hugs.

The girls went home about 6:30.



Talking about Suz. 

I got to the office at eight. Joyce was already there. We sat and had a conversation about Suz. The two had gotten together last night after dinner. Joyce told Suz that we were sexually active. 

Joyce said: "Suz was not surprised. She said that was coming through loud and clear by what I was not saying. Suz was even more convinced by observing how I looked at you during my party. Seeing my choice in bathing suits was a virtual confirmation. Suz also said that she knew it would take somebody very extraordinary to take me to bed. Suz said that she agrees with me that you are that extraordinary. I also told her that you were very hard to seduce."

I said: "Thank you."

She continued: "She decided that since I obviously trusted you completely, she could too. She had never found anyone or any circumstance where she could be exhibitionist before and she decided to try it. She said that she had a wonderful time posing and actually surprised herself with how much she enjoyed showing off her body. I asked her if she would pose nude and she said: 'For Matt I would, but not for anybody else.' She asked me if I posed nude for you and I told her yes and in fact I liked to sit and talk with you and Ann with all of us nude. She asked if that was sexual and I told her not usually, in fact almost never, but it was very relaxed and very loving. She wanted to know if there was any chance she could join us. I told her that she would have to get to know you and Ann a whole lot better before such a thing could even be considered. Was that a good answer?"

I replied: "Yes, but let me ask you: would she fit with us? Also would you want her there?"

She answered: "She would probably fit better than I do or at least as well, as to the second question my first thought was yes, of course, but part of me wonders how it would change our dynamic. I will have to think about that."

I asked: "How would you feel if she and I were to become sexually active?"

She replied: "Wooh. You would have to ask that. I don't know if I would be jealous or not. I am not jealous of Ann or Barbara and Connie for that matter. I was actually happy when you made love with Janet. I suspect that I will be happy if and when you become active with Yvonne. Still I have to say I don't know. Do you want to bed Suz?"

Now it was my turn to say: "Wooh."

I continued: "Actually I find any one of you more than enough to satisfy all my sexual desires. Yet things keep unfolding in ways where I end up with more and more sexual partners. I do not understand what is going on. It seems that the more I love the more there is to love. I would like to have some young female friends without them turning into sex partners. I find I really enjoy taking photographs of beautiful nude girls and I am getting very good at it. I certainly enjoy being nude with pretty nude girls without it being sexual. That is how things started with Ann's pool parties but I wonder where that is going to end up. But back to Suz: I want to do whatever best advances her spiritual journey."

Joyce said: "That answer is why I love you so much. You care about our spiritual journey."

The phone rang. Back to business.



The second French maid costume. 

The new French maid costume arrived. This French maid costume was even more over the top. It was similar in design to the first one but this one was mostly made of translucent fabric. Joyce had lots of fun modeling it. She had no trouble seducing me while wearing it. She had extra powerful orgasms.



Spa permit approved. 

The morning mail arrived. It contained our permit for the spa. Joyce immediately called the electrician. He would start work on Monday and expected to have everything in by late Tuesday.





Barb and Connie visit. 

We had a meeting with our western Massachusetts client on Friday afternoon. We thought that since we were going to be over there we could give Barbara and Connie a ride back with us for the weekend. We planned to drive them back late on Sunday. Both girls were thrilled.

Ann let the pool party girls know: No pool parties this weekend. We're having company.

Ann and I had a very productive meeting with our client but did not finish. I would continue our meeting on Monday. We were finishing up one project and proposing another.

We picked up the girls and drove them back to our apartment. Connie in particular was happy to be here without her parents. The weather was still warm enough to go swimming and both girls were all ready for that.

Connie asked if the water was warm.

I replied: "The solar panel makes the pool warm, almost too warm."

Then I explained about the plastic cover.

We were late getting back and had not eaten so when we were one half hour out we called in for a pizza. We picked it up and drove home.

We brought the pizza in, set it on the dining table and then there was a mad dash to see who would be nude first. Connie, as usual, won. She got the first hug.

After dinner Barb and Connie both wanted to adjourn to the photo studio. They both had lots of sexy clothing to model. Barbara had even left a box full with Ann on her way to school. The girls had fun posing and I captured lots of wonderful pictures.

Joyce had made a point of leaving out several harem girl costumes for them to use. More wonderful photos. 

The girls decided that next time they would bring belly dancing music.

I shared a bed with Connie that night. No flame but it was still a wonderful evening. My feeling of innocence when making love with Connie continued. 

I woke Barbara 'The best way' again.

Saturday morning was spent in deep conversation. There is something neat sitting together nude while discussing philosophy, spirituality and the state of the world.

In the afternoon we went swimming. I brought my camera. It was mostly skinny-dipping but both girls brought several very sexy swim suits to model. Barbara borrowed one of Joyce's two straps suits. It was amazing on her. We had fun and I took some spectacular pictures. About half were underwater.

Barb and I again had melding sex. Again I was radiating love. The list now included Yvonne, Joan and Suz, with the other pool girls there too at a much lower level. Barbara continues to grow more passionate. She woke me up at two in the morning for a second helping. That was just making love but it was also wonderful.

[Joan had just gone to bed when the sensations hit. The feeling of being loved was overpowering. This time she knew what it was: Matt and Barbara were making love and Matt was sending love. She was so thankful to have Matt in her life. She found herself hoping he would take her to bed soon.]

Sunday was more of the same. We had fun in the Jacuzzi again. The girls took turns making love with me.

We decided to get up extra early Monday morning and I would drop the girls off on my way to my meeting.

Sunday night I slept with Ann. I did wake both Barbara and Connie 'The best way.'

Monday morning Barb, Connie and I headed for Massachusetts. The girls were both back in time for their first classes and I had a good meeting with the client. 

When I returned from Massachusetts I found the electrician, together with two assistants, had already dug a new trench from the building to the pool area and the power company was busy upgrading our service.

On Monday morning Joyce filled the Spa and added all the appropriate chemicals. She then went out and bought another dozen very fluffy bath sheets. There is never a shortage of towels at 3i.



Spa gets power. 

Tuesday at about 10:00 the electrician came in to tell Joyce the power was up for the spa and everything was all set. Now all it had to do was heat up.



Yvonne visits. 

Ann had a meeting with Ivan after her lab so Yvonne walked over to 3i. We met in my office. She was again wearing her burgundy dress.

I bowed and said: "Namaste." She bowed low and returned the greeting.

We hugged. Glorious union. I caressed her back and her ass, no underwear. She ground herself into me.

She said: "Something amazing happened to me Saturday night and I talked to Ann about it. She explained about how you transmit love when you and Barbara are making love. I feel honored and I feel blessed. Thank you. Thank you."

Then she kissed me. We stood there necking for minutes. She had an amazing tongue. I was soon fully erect. She knew it and ground herself against it.

We shifted to just holding each other. The energy shifted from being sexual back to merging. My erection subsided. That was OK, I loved the feeling of union.

We started necking again.

Then she said: "My dress unzips down the back."

I lowered her zipper and caressed her back. Then I slipped her straps off of her shoulders. She released me and stepped back enough for the dress to fall to the floor. She stepped out of it. 

She looked slightly apprehensive, like she was afraid I would not like what I saw. I smiled, she smiled. 

Her breasts were small but high and beautifully shaped. Her areolae and nipples were good size and were almost black. 

I reached down and picked up her dress. I folded it and placed it on my desk.

We came together for another hug.

She whispered: "I want you to know that you are the first man to see me like this."

I replied: "I feel very honored."

After a ferocious round of French kisses, my erection returned.

I said: "Shall we move upstairs?"

She said: "Yes." 

I took her dress, she took her purse. We used the elevator. 

On the ride up I said: "You are even more beautiful than I had imagined and I have a very good imagination." 

She just beamed. Then she gave me a short soft kiss.

She said: "After my first visit Ann told me that I should hug you naked. I told her she was crazy. Well now I really want to hug you naked."

I started to pull off my shirt. She dropped to her knees and began to unhook my belt. I let her remove my pants. She gently touched my penis.

She said: "I've never actually seen one before. Yours is beautiful."

We hugged. The feeling of union was overpowering.

We sat side by side on the sofa. 

She said: "I never felt so loved as I did Saturday night. I want to love you back just as powerfully. However I am not sure how. I read your article over and over until I almost have it memorized. I loved the part about loving with the fullness of my nature but I'm not sure how to do that."

I responded: "Part of the answer is to relax into it. When I first met you I was detecting a great gentleness of spirit. Let that gentleness out. Your inner beauty matches your outer beauty. Let it shine." 

I paused then continued: "I think though, I had better explain something about my sending love when I am melding with Barb. I am in effect sending love to every girl in my life, all the way back to my childhood. It comes from my soul or maybe through my soul. My personality just watches it happen. Yes, you are now in my life, but that love is not something I am sending to you alone."

She said: "All the girls in your life are very blessed. I am blessed to be one of them."

We kissed softly. She moved to my lap. We kissed gently some more. I stroked her back and outer thigh. We shifted into French kissing, still keeping it very gentle. 

She began to pant.

I brought my left hand that had been stroking the outside of her thigh up along her flank to her right breast and began to caress it gently. She sucked in her breath. Her breast was very sensitive. Her nipple was fully hard almost immediately. She began to moan. Our French kisses became more fierce. 

For the next half hour we necked and light petted. She loved my kissing and sucking and lightly biting her nipples. We were having a wonderful time. I found that I was fully hard but not desperate to put it in.

Finally she said: "I could go on like this forever but I really need to pee."

I did too.

We broke for the bathrooms. I had trouble going. I had to let my erection subside first.

We returned to the living room. We kissed lightly and I asked: "Would you like to pose for me?"

She lit up and replied: "OK, sounds like fun."

We took our clothes with us and went down to the studio. I called Joyce on the intercom to let her know where we were and that I did not want to be disturbed. 

The shoot was relatively short, about twenty minutes but I got some wonderful pictures. Her natural grace came through loud and clear. Most of the photographs conveyed innocence rather than overt sexuality in a way that was subtly very sensual. She loved the results. Beautiful body, full of soft sensual curves. Her ass was even better than I had imagined.

We sat and talked about the meaning of love for another half hour. Yvonne was an interesting mix of naivete' and wisdom. I found that I loved her more and more. It was becoming clear that she loved me too.

Joyce called on the intercom to say that she was leaving. Yvonne asked what time it was and I said five. She said that she had to get back.

She opened her purse and removed a bra and panties. 

We then got dressed and hugged yet again. 

I drove her back to campus. She lives in the dorm next to Ann's.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 23



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-27 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 23.

Janet and Ron visit. 

Ann had called me asking me to stay late since Janet wanted me to meet Ron. We agreed to meet with them at seven.

Ann came over at six. She parked the Miata in the open with the top down. We made love. We wanted our telepathic link to be in place. Besides, we love to make love.

She used her SUV to pick up Janet and Ron. When she returned with them she parked it in the garage.

Ron was tall and lanky, about six foot two with brown hair and eyes. Once he started to relax he showed a warm and friendly smile.

The four of us sat in the living room and talked for over four hours. The conversation was mostly about spirituality but we ventured far and wide. He had read most of my spiritual writings and said that he found them very helpful. He asked a number of thoughtful questions that had the effect of demonstrating to me that he took my works seriously. By the end of the session it was clear that Ron considered both Ann and I to be good friends. 

Both Ann and I were getting good vibes from and about Ron. He came across as a very nice guy. A little on the shy side but not overly so. It was clear that Ron was very open to spiritual exploration and had actually made quite a bit of progress. It was also clear that he felt deeply for Janet.

Ann drove them back to campus in the Miata. Janet sat on Ron's lap. It was a very tight fit. This was the most physical contact the two had had so far. Ron started out embarrassed but soon got over it.

Back in the dorm Janet told Ann that Ron developed an erection but she pretended not to notice.

Joyce asks about Roberta. 

Ann and I were both in the office early the next morning. Joyce was glad to see us and explained that she had run into an old friend the night before. This friend needed help and maybe we were the ones to help. Joyce pointed out that we had met her at her birthday party.

Joyce explained that Roberta was a high school friend of both Joyce and Suz who had a weird medical problem. She lactated. She had never been pregnant to start it and none of the normal ways of stopping it worked. She had been to several local doctors and several specialists in Boston with the result that she was the subject of three medical journal papers. The medical community was out of ideas.

Roberta had had a horrible time in high school when the word of her problem got out. Her nickname had been Bobbie but some of the nastier girls started calling her 'Booby' or 'the cow.'

A couple of them even used to go 'moo' at her. Some of the boys were no better.

Joyce said that we had taught her that everything has a spiritual component and that medical problems were often a way for the soul to convey information about issues that needed to be worked.

Joyce explained some of what she had been learning from us to Roberta. Roberta was interested.

Joyce emailed Roberta a copy of "The Integration of Intuition" when she got home.

She was thinking that just maybe we could help Roberta find out what is going on. 

We agreed. Joyce called Roberta. She would stop by after work tomorrow and stay for dinner.

It's Wednesday so here's Janet. 

Janet showed up at noon. As soon as we were upstairs she was peeling off her clothes. When she had hers off she started on mine. Then she dragged me off to the conventional bed. She certainly knew what she wanted. She was sopping wet right from the start. She moved astride and had me inside with almost no foreplay. She rode me with abandon. All the while making delicious sounds. I climaxed with her on her third orgasm. She screamed, then she collapsed on top of me. We held each other as we caught our breath. 

Finally we looked at each other and both said: "Wow."

We got up and headed to the kitchen for lunch.

I asked about Ron. 

Janet said: "After Ann threw us that curve ball of having me sit on Ron's lap in the sports car we have been touching more. We kissed goodnight for the first time that night. I am not sure which one of us initiated it. We sort of came together simultaneously. We hugged and you would have been proud of me. I gave him a Matt type hug."

I responded: "I'm sure he liked that."

She replied: "You had better believe it. Then we kissed again. Longer that time. He squeezed my hand as we parted. You should have seen the grin on his face when we met for breakfast the next morning. He isn't saying so yet but I think he loves me."

I asked: "Why were you so passionate with me today? You practically raped me."

She replied: "Matt. My precious, Matt. I know that you love me too. I love you as well. Today it seemed really important to show you that physically. I think going slow with Ron is the right thing to do for his sake. Maybe part of today was responding to being sexually frustrated with Ron. I don't know. I only know that I love you both."

She continued: "I am so thankful that you are in my life. You made Ron possible."

I raised an eyebrow.

She then said: "Before we met I was steeling myself to become just another party girl out for a good time. I was on my way to being just another slut going down for shitty guys. If it weren't for you, your love for me, teaching me what love can be, I would not have been in a state where I would have been at all attractive to Ron. You and Ann taught me: Like attracts like. Be the sacred flower and the sacred bird will come."

Jan and I had a long discussion about continuing our sexual relationship. Janet wanted to continue, at least for a while. I asked her if she had told Ron about our relationship. She said no. I suggested that she should tell him about it as their relationship became intimate and that it would be better if she would be able to refer to ours as being in the past. She reluctantly agreed but said we needed one thing to complete it for her. 

I asked: "What."

She said: "I want to share your bed overnight."

I asked: "How can we do that without being in Ron's face with it?"

She replied: "Synchronicity provides. Ron's mother turns fifty this Saturday and a big party is planned for her. All sorts of friends and relatives will be there. His dad says it will be the biggest family gathering in years. Ron is going home for it."

For the time being I would continue the massages but not allow them to change into petting sessions. She would have to shave herself.

Hot Tub. 

We invited the pool party crew to help us initiate the new tub. Normal 3:00 time. Joyce came too. She was her usual happy, playful self. No one seemed that surprised that she was willing to be nude with everybody else.

With eight of us the tub was full up both in terms of seats and the water level. Most of the girls boobs were slightly below the water level, rising above it if they tried. Robin was tall enough that hers were exposed. The foot well was overcrowded and my thighs were touching thighs on both sides and arms were touching arms. 

I was sitting between Ellen and Joan. Finally I put my arms around their necks, my fingertips touching breasts. Then I felt a hand gently sliding up and down my shaft. The water was swirling enough that I could not tell at first just who was doing it. I was soon fully erect. Eventually I found it was Joan.

The conversation was lighthearted and joyful. We were having fun. Joan told some really bad jokes. So bad that they actually were funny. Joyce had some good ones too. The girls accepted Joyce as one of their own. 

Each seat had different jets. Ann suggested we all move left one seat. We would repeat this until we had all tried every seat. Moving started out as a minor disaster with several of us falling over. Before the next move Joan suggested a different method: She would sit on my lap freeing up a seat, people would then move one at a time into the freed up seat. Finally Joan would stand and I would slide into the now empty seat. This worked well and Joan got to sit on my lap. Joan had a nice soft ass. I found that I really enjoyed wrapping my arms around her.

I commented that the lack of a valence band electron in a semiconductor is called a 'hole' and what we were doing was like 'hole' propagation in a semiconductor. 

Linda said: "This is another form of 'hole' propagation." This brought some uncomfortable laughter and some blushes.

The conversation continued. More jokes. Everybody was having fun. 

Several of the seats had jets placed low so that a girl could let it play onto her clit by rising up slightly. I noticed that each girl in turn discovered this.

At 4:00 Janet and Candy arrived. Joyce said that she needed to get back to work. I volunteered to get out too. Ann, who happened to be nearest the stairs, hopped out saying: "The dynamic would be totally different if you get out, let Janet and Candy enjoy the spa just like the others."

Ann stood by the spa wrapped in two towels. Joyce noticed as she dressed. She returned with Ann's plush bathrobe.

When it was time to leave the hot tub Linda and Janet decided to cool off by diving into the pool. The rest of us were not that brave. 

Joan preliminaries. 

Joan and I headed upstairs to the living room. We sat on the sofa.

She asked if I had made love with Barbara last Saturday night. I said yes.

We talked about my sending love. I made it clear that it was not going to her alone. She still found the process nothing shot of amazing. I agreed.

She said: "In a way this is proof of the existence of souls."

We talked about that for a while.

Then she asked: "Do you need to be making love with Barbara to do it? I am asking because I felt something similar two weeks ago tonight."

I answered: "No. She can sing a Sanskrit song which will also do it. Barbara can be intensely psychic so I often talk things over with her. We talked that night, about you actually. We did not get any answers. At the end of the call as we were about to hang up I got a strong feeling that we needed to do a merging. So I asked her to sing the song and we stayed merged for about fifteen minutes."

Joan turned bright red. I had never before seen a girl blush like that.

I looked at her and said: "What were you doing then?"

She shook her head: No. 

I said: "Out with it girl. What were you doing?"

She looked incredibly sheepish and quietly said: "Thinking about you and masturbating."

I replied: "It sounds like we have some telepathic connection too."

She answered: "You're not mad at me?"

I responded: "No. If anything I feel complimented."

She broke into a big grin.

I leaned over and kissed her.

She kissed me back - with tongue.

Then we came back to conversation.

I said: "Both love and lust at first sight tend to indicate a strong karmic or dharmic tie. I don't know any details yet about you and I. I'm still having some difficulty getting you separate from Jean. That is making things much more difficult for me. There is one big difference between my experience with you and my experience with her. I always felt off balance with her but I do not have any of that with you. Thank God."

She asked: "You said before that your tie with Jean was dharmic. Do you know what her mission was? Is it possible that it is mine too?"

I responded: "I don't know what her mission was, only that it seems to have been important, probably important to the whole world. It seems that there were a number of people here to help her, not just me. I once got that she had eleven spirit guides, normally we have two. To your second question: Yes it is possible but I have no indication either way."

She asked: "Did you ever ask what it was or is that something you just cannot do?"

I answered: "I did ask and was chewed out for it. I was told that if I knew I would tell her and she would not believe me. She would only believe it if she found out on her own."

She asked: "You mentioned spirit guides. What are spirit guides?"

I replied: "Spirit guides are disincarnate souls who have agreed to help us. Sometimes they are other members of our spiritual family but often they are more advanced souls. They look after us and will help us in many ways. They often play a part in the synchronicities of our life. They will help but they fully respect our free will. If you ask: 'What should I do now?' they won't answer but if you ask: 'What is apt to happen if I follow a certain path?' you may well get an answer." 

We talked about spirit guides for a while.

Then I went in a different direction: "Would you say that your attraction for me is more loving or lustful?

She replied: "Um, interesting question. I'm not always sure how to tell them apart. Both are present but I would say much more loving. Nonetheless I'm hoping that you bed me soon. How about you? What d you feel for me?"

I answered: "I would say definitely more loving but it is confused by my 'ghosts of Jean.' Actually my lust level is usually very low. I am often making love more than once a day with my current cast of partners."

She said: "Oh, you poor thing."

I said: "I do notice one interesting thing however: I am drawn to want to touch you more than any other girl that I haven't had intercourse with."

She asked: "What does intercourse have to do with it?"

I replied: "It very much changes the dynamic. The desire to touch someone you are sleeping with is very different than with someone you haven't slept with. It is different again with someone you used to sleep with but aren't now. Heavy petting or oral sex doesn't do it. Only vaginal intercourse does it. I can't explain the differences but it makes it very difficult to compare the different cases."

She asked: "When did you first notice this about me?"

I answered: "The first time I hugged you and it was confirmed the first time I rubbed sun-screen on you."

She asked: "On my breasts, on my 'down there' or anywhere?"

I answered: "On your back and shoulders."

She asked: "The first time?"

I said: "Yes, the very first time."

She asked: "What do you think it means?"

I replied: "I think it means that there is spiritual purpose in my making love with you. I wish I had a better feel for exactly what is going on: Is it Karma or dharma? What is the nature of it? How do we maximize the spiritual growth of everyone involved?"

She said: "Everyone?"

I responded: "Yes everyone: You first, me second, my wife plus Ann and the rest of my harem. Even the other pool party girls. Maybe even Jean. When we are in total sync with divine purpose that will be how it works. The more wisdom we bring to it the better."

She asked: "If it is a really bad karma, what happens then?"

I said: "Do you want a really strong example?"

She nodded.

I proceeded to tell the story of Zena, Becca and I.

She asked: "Were they virgins?"

I said: "Yes. Zena is a junior in college and had never been on a date."

She said: "That's sad."

She asked: "When did this happen?"

I replied: "The end of last month. The weekend before the first pool party. Why?"

She answered: "I don't know. But somehow it seems important."

She shifted position to one that allowed us neck comfortably. We started to make out.

I caressed a breast through her top and bra. Then I removed them. 

She smiled and said: "That's better."

I alternated between kissing her mouth and her nipples. She was very hot very fast.

I stroked the outside of her thigh. Before long I was stroking the inside of her other leg.

She was soon even hotter. I found that I had shifted to massaging her mound through her panties.

They were soaking wet. I reached around and unzipped her skirt. Then I popped its button. She rose up and I slid it off, followed by her panties. 

She gave me a big smile, followed by a bigger kiss with lots of tongue. 

I found that I was seeing myself as a God with a Goddess in my arms.

I continued playing with a nipple in my mouth while I stroked and otherwise explored her yoni.

She was moaning, groaning and rocking her hips. 

Finally I slipped a finger into her vagina. If I thought she was hot before now she was molten. I had just began to stretch her when she had her first orgasm. I continued, she had another, then another. I stopped and let her come down.

When she got her breath back enough to speak, she said: "Those were the best I've ever had. Thank you."

We just cuddled for a few minutes.

Then she said: "Your turn." She started removing my clothes.

When she had me nude, she started caressing my shaft. She brought me to a very nice orgasm. That was my first hand job in many years, fifty actually.

Then we cuddled some more.

The cuddles turned into necking. The necking turned into petting. We each had another orgasm.

She said: "I should get back."

We dressed and I drove her back to campus.

Thursday during the day. 

I was actually able to get a whole lot of 3i business done. Ann arrived about four. We did our twenty strokes thing and then Ann helped me with 3i business.

Roberta visits .

Ann and I had our telepathic link solidly in place. I love that girl.

Roberta arrived about a quarter to five. The four of us moved upstairs to the living room. Roberta was about 5' 6" with bright green eyes and loose orangish curls going half way down her back. Her face was the quintessence of cute complete with dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. She brought a large brief case with her. She was wearing a nicely tailored skirt and a loosely fitting top.

She asked us to put something in our frig for her. She opened her brief case and withdrew a bottle of milk. Ann put it in the refrigerator.

She explained her problem. She had been lactating for the last five years. At first the flow was minimal and the doctors told her that it would stop on its own, particularly if she did not express the milk. She found that that got painful. Her flow increased with time. They tried various treatments and none worked in fact most tended to increase the flow rather than stopping it. One drug they had her on increased it to the point she had to pump herself out every two hours. 

She explained: "I can now go about six hours. I pump myself out and sell the milk to the local hospital. They keep me supplied with sterile bottles and suction cones. Believe me the whole process is one heck of a nuisance."

She said: "I've been to a number of specialists both locally and in Boston. The only result being that there are now three papers about my case in the medical journals. Everything that should work does not. The doctors seem to be out of ideas. I've done enough reading to have a pretty good understanding of the endocrine system and mine just does not work at all normally. Apparently I do not ovulate naturally and now only menstruate because I take birth control pills."




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She said: "Things are uncomfortable in that they swell as they fill. When fully drained a B cup bra is loose and when I am full a C cup is really too small. They are tender most of the time." 

She went on: "I work in a small office. I do their 'IT' work and general clerical stuff, quite boring actually. All the girls know about my problem and are supportive. The men don't know or at least do not let on. I pump myself down over the lunch hour in the ladies room. I keep a small refrigerator in there to store my milk. I'm worried though. Our company is losing money and I don't think it will be around much longer. Really, I would much rather be going to college but I don't feel that I can until my problem is solved. I don't dare date either."

Looking at Ann: "I have never looked at the spiritual side of life before but Joyce sent me your book and I find it makes perfect sense. I think this avenue may help me. Even if it doesn't solve my milk problem it will certainly brighten up my life. Thank you for writing the book."

We talked about the spiritual nature of life for a while.

She said: "Now may I borrow a room. I am getting quite full."

Ann asked: "Will a bedroom do?"

Roberta replied: "Perfectly."

Ann showed her to the nearest bedroom.

While Roberta was pumping herself down Joyce talked about her friend: "She wants to be an electrical engineer. She is really smart. If I remember correctly I heard that her IQ is 186. She has been building electronic stuff for as long as I can remember. Her dad was and is both a professional electrical engineer and an electronic hobbyist. He still has some Heathkits around the house. They are a neat family."

Joyce went on to talk about her troubles in high school.

Roberta returned and asked to store the milk bottle in the refrigerator until she left. Joyce took it to the kitchen.

Roberta looked at me and said: "Joyce told me that you give wonderful hugs. Would you like to share a hug."

I said: "Always."

We hugged. We shared very nice energy.

We then sat and continued to talk about spirituality. It was clear that she had gotten a great deal out of Ann's book. It was also clear that we were dealing with a brilliant mind. Ann and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. 

At 6:30 we moved to the dining table and Joyce served dinner. We started talking about electronics. It was clear here that she may have been self taught but she had a thorough understanding of the field. I deliberately asked some really probing questions.

After dinner we moved back to the living room. 

Our conversation wandered all over the place. Physics, metaphysics, the nature of spiritual reality, trivia, more electronics, computers, the state of the world and a whole lot more. 

It was clear that we all really liked each other. 

At one point she asked us to call her 'Bobbie.'

Ann and I were thinking the same thing: she would make a wonderful addition to our firm. We had been turning away business because we were swamped as is. In spite of all the interruptions and distractions I was still managing to put in close to fifty hours a week on 3i business.

Ann began to describe her situation at college, how 3i came to be and what we did. She further explained that she and I sometimes had telepathic communication.

We took her on a tour of the office and then returned to the living room.

Then Ann said: "There is another aspect to this place. One that I ask you to keep totally confidential. That is: we are sexually active. Matt and I sleep together. That is how we establish out telepathic link but that is a fringe benefit of a very loving relationship. He also makes love with Joyce."

Joyce popped in here saying: "It took me the longest time to talk him into it. He is a fabulous lover and I don't just mean in the physical sense. He loves me as body, as mind and as soul. In fact he nurtures my soul most of all."

Ann then said: "We also have a very informal internal dress code. Normally the three of us sitting here, after hours, would all be nude together. Normally that is not a sexual nudity but a relaxed and loving nudity." 

Bobbie said: "You make this place sound heavenly."

Ann said: "Would you like to come to work here?"

Bobbie replied: "Yes, but what can I do. I only have a high school degree."

I answered: "The credentials don't matter. What matters is the knowledge and you have a far better understanding of electrical and electronic engineering and computers than most graduates of that college on the hill."

Bobbie smiled then said: "You really think I do?"

I replied: "Yes I do and I have over fifty years of experience. I've worked with a lot of engineers in my day." 

All the while Joyce was beside herself with joy.

Bobbie said: "I accept."

We then talked about such details as salary, starting date and other employment matters. Tentatively she would start in two weeks. She asked if it would be all right if she continued to give IT support to her old employer. We said certainly.

I said: "You will want a high power computer. Why don't you give Joyce a list of the pieces you want and she will order them for you so that they will be here on your starting day."

Bobbie said: "Sure will. I like how you guys think."

We talked about what she would be using it for and what might be appropriate hardware and software.

Bobbie then said: "I am most comfortable when I am not wearing anything up top but I can only do that at home in my room or when my dad and my brother are out of the house and I know they won't be back for a while. That is not often."

Then she asked: "You said that you often go nude. I'm starting to fill up. Would you mind if I went topless?"

Ann replied: "That is fine with us. Would you be more comfortable if we were ether topless or nude too?"

Bobbie looked relieved: "Just topless I guess."

Ann and Joyce removed their tops and bras while Bobbie was still unbuttoning her top. I also removed my shirt. Bobbie removed her bra and went: "Ahh. Feels good."

Bobbie's breasts were beautiful. High with large dark red nipples and areolae. Somehow her nipples looked sore, irritated.

We talked about the contracts and inventions that 3i had and the prospects that we saw for the future. The conversation was no different than it would have been if we were still fully dressed.

Bobbie was smiling.

The conversation broadened out. We went on tangent after tangent. I for one felt like Bobbie was an old friend. Totally relaxed.

After about a half hour Bobbie asked: "Would you all be more comfortable if we were all nude?"

I replied: "Would you be more comfortable?" 

She responded: "Never done it before. I guess I would like to try it."

We undressed. 

Bobbie's pubic hair was bright orange and relatively sparse. Her slit was clearly visible through it. Her outer lips were open giving a clear view of the full length of her inner lips. Her hips were wide, her tummy flat and her pelvic bones prominent. Beautiful girl.

Bobbie looked long and hard at my phallus. It appeared to be curiosity more than anything else. 

Joyce asked her: "Have you ever seen one before?"

Bobbie answered: "Only in pictures on the internet."

I asked: "Would you like to touch it?"

She replied: "May I?"

I nodded.

She reached out very tentatively and touched it lightly.

She went: "Umm nice."

Joyce said: "Stroke it up and down and it gets really long."

I said in a scolding tone: "Joyce."

She then said: "Well it does and you know that you like that."

I repeated: "Joyce."

She giggled. Bobbie withdrew her hand.

We went back to a conversation about 3i business. Ann described one contract that we had just landed and asked Bobbie how she would approach it. Bobbie responded with an approach that was simpler than what we had been thinking. It was elegant and probably patentable. We told her so. She was thrilled.

Every time I looked at Bobbie's breasts they seemed bigger.

We were all very relaxed, very comfortable in each other's presence.

Finally Bobbie said: "I need to pump myself dry again. Should I use the other room or do you guys want to watch the process?"

We were unanimous in wanting to watch.

She opened her brief case and took out an alcohol swab. She swabbed her nipples then she got out a fresh bottle. She then pried the plastic cover off the top. She removed the plastic covers from the cone and attached it to a tube coming from the bottle lid. She attached the second tube to a hose from the pump. She placed the cone over a nipple and turned on the pump. It whirred. The milk started to fill the bottle, slowly at first, then faster and finally slower again. The whirr changed pitch with the flow. She turned the pump off and moved the setup to her other breast and repeated the process. When she finished she removed the cone and the hose from the top and then unscrewed the top and replaced it with a plain top. She handed the bottle to Joyce and said: "Refrigerate."

He breasts were much smaller and sagged slightly but not nearly as much as I had expected. Her nipples looked raw.

Ann asked: "Do you put anything on your nipples?"

Bobbie replied: "I've developed an allergy to lanolin which is the usual treatment. Do you have something else to recommend?"

Ann suggested: "Massage oil."

Bobbie responded: "I've never tried it. Do you have some?"

Ann looked at me and said: "Matt, get the massage oil."

I did. Ann then said: "Matt why don't you apply it. You are the expert in massaging a girl's nipples."

I looked questioningly at Bobbie. She nodded. I started to massage a nipple.

Her nipple seemed to suck the oil right up.

She said: "Whatever you do - keep going."

I continued to gently rub her nipple. I added a bit more oil.

She started to moan slightly. Then she said: "Interesting."

I said: "What?"

She replied: "I haven't felt anything special when I touch my nipples in years or even when a doctor touches them but right now I feel like there is a wire from my nipple straight to my clitoris and my clitoris is responding big time. Just don't stop."

One handed I managed to get some oil on my other fingertips and began to work on her other nipple.

She spread her legs slightly. I looked down and could see her clitoris standing out of its hood. 

I was also developing an erection.

She said: "You can do that whenever you want."

I stopped. Her nipples did look less irritated.

She said: "Thank you."

She reached out and gently caressed my erection. She said: "It looks like there is a wire to here too."

I said: "I think we had better stop."

She replied: "I think you're right."

I asked: "Would you like this bottle of massage oil? We have another."

She responded: "Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much."

We stopped. She re-packed her brief case and closed it.

She looked at her watch and said: "It's really late. I need to get home, but I must say this has been the best day of my entire life."

I stood, she stood. We hugged. We ground our bodies into each other. I kissed her cheek. The chi flow was immense. 

Finally we separated. She said: "Whew."

We all dressed, she retrieved her milk and we all headed home.

When I got home I found a strong pull to meditate, in spite of the late hour. I sat and meditated for twenty minutes before going to bed. I had a strong feeling that Bobbie was indeed a member of our spiritual family. When I asked for details I was given: 'Let it unfold.'

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 24



 Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. 

 Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013. 

 Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007. 

 Chapters 18-27 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014. 

 The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.  

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.  Chapter 24.

Ron flies home. 

Ron had to cut two classes to make his flight. He would be returning Sunday afternoon. I drove him to the airport. Our conversation further confirmed my opinion of him as a nice guy. I found it interesting that I was adopting a paternal role with respect to Jan as well as being her lover. Love has many facets. 

Halloween Party. 

Joyce had wanted to have a Halloween party but with everything going on this last couple of weeks she had not really organized it. 

She had picked up some decorations, a costume for herself and lots of food. We would be swimming in cider. She also picked up a set of vampire teeth and a fright wig for me at my request.

We decided to improvise. Ann talked to all the pool party girls who all decided a party at 3i sounded better than whatever they had planned. Ann had told them: "If you have a costume wear it or bring it as appropriate. If not, don't worry about it, just come anyway. Ann also invited Yvonne. Joyce invited Suz and Roberta. Neither could come.

We decorated the large conference room with what decorations we had. Joyce set out the food.

The party was due to start at 8:00. Ann went and picked everybody up in the SUV. Full car.

Joyce was going to wear a fairy princess costume that turned out to be somewhat more risque than she had expected looking at the package. But it just didn't fit right. She decided to wear her French maid costume instead (with the front cloth and panties).

I was wearing my black tuxedo with the fright wig and occasionally the vampire teeth. 

Ann changed into one of the more modest of Joyce's harem girl outfits.

Robin wore a western style shirt, jeans, chaps, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.

Linda came as Elvira. 

Ann's costume received a good deal of praise. I loved it but then I have always been partial to bare midriff outfits.

We started out with a lot of joking around. Some of the jokes were unusual in that this group normally avoided double entendres and crude jokes but not tonight. 

I put in the vampire teeth and pretended to bite all the girls' necks.

Several of the girls said that they wished they had had more notice so that they could have gotten costumes too. 

Joyce said: "I have a fairy princess costume that didn't fit me if one of you wants to try it. I also have some more harem girl outfits if any of you want to try one of those."

All the girls without costumes went with Joyce to the third office where they were stored. 

The girls returned. Yvonne was wearing a modest harem girl outfit. Candy was the fairy princess. Gail was wearing one of the two straps bathing suits. It was stretched relatively tight. Janet, Joan and Ellen were wearing completely translucent harem girl outfits and Ruth was wearing the second French maid costume.

Robin opened several buttons on her shirt.

Hugs all around. I was limiting my touching to backs. I think this annoyed several of the girls who were hoping to at least have their breasts fondled. More clowning around including a second round of neck bites. 

The jokes were becoming cruder and the clowning around was taking on a more sexual flavor.

I noticed that Joyce was not telling any crude jokes and was not laughing at them either. She was staying at a higher level. As was Yvonne.

I went and got my camera and took lots of great pictures in the conference room. Then we adjourned to the studio for even more. Yvonne didn't quite believe what was going on. Actually neither did I.

Robin ended up with her shirt fully unbuttoned.

Linda went and changed into a completely translucent harem girl outfit. Elvira was too tame.

Ruth removed the breast cover.

Robin left the room. When she returned she was wearing the chaps without jeans or panties. Her shirt was still open. She tied her shirttails under her breasts. The shirt hung open such that her breasts were fully exposed. Her nipples stood proud and tall. Her bush looked good and so did her ass. 

We ducked back to the studio for more pictures. Her mons was very beautiful framed by the chaps. 

She made a point of showing me the areas we had shaved earlier. She said that she was using the same type of shaver that Janet used. She asked me how it felt. I rubbed one hand over her outer lips and told her that they felt very nice. Her slit was damp. Not really wet but not dry either. I ran a finger up and down it a few times. I doing so I discovered something: She still had her maidenhead. I commented on it.

She said: "Well duh. I'm still a virgin."

I replied: "Most virgins your age have lost theirs to tampons, physical activity or doctors."

She said: "Oh."

I asked if I could photograph it. She said sure. I did. Then we returned to the group.

It was complete, with several small holes only. It was obvious that she had never used tampons, had a pelvic exam or heavy petted.

The sexual energy in the room was getting higher and higher. It was not a sacred form of that energy. I was not sure just what it was but I knew for sure it was not a sacred form.

Ruth removed her panties.

Then the girls decided that they wanted to see the pool pictures. I asked if everybody was OK with this. They all were. I lowered the screen and began projecting the pictures more or less in the order they were taken.

The series of the girls emerging from bubbles was a big hit. I also considered them to be very beautiful.

I think Yvonne was shocked when the nudes started to appear, especially with the series of legs apart shots.

Janet suggested that I show some of her.

Then I showed some of the pictures that I had taken in the studio. A series of Janet oiled up got extra praise. Yvonne really liked the effect.

We wrapped the party up about midnight. More hugs before the girls changed back into street clothing. Still more hugs after. Ann drove everyone back to campus.

Joyce ended the evening by taking me into her mouth. Joyce has many talents.

Janet's overnight. 

Jan arrived about two in the afternoon. Ann drove her over and then returned to campus. Janet brought a small suitcase.

She was wearing a simple dress, sleeveless, fairly modest scoop neckline, flaring skirt ending just below the knee.

We had 3i to ourselves and began with a long but chaste hug. 

She had brought her cellphone charger and plugged it in. She had been on the phone with Ron for almost two hours this morning. He had promised to call tomorrow.

Then we sat on the living room sofa listening to romantic music on the sound system. I had an arm around her and she was leaning her head onto my shoulder. Occasionally we shared soft kisses but mostly we just cuddled together. 

After about half an hour she said that she needed a bathroom break. We both went. Her dress looked slightly different when she returned and I discovered why when we hugged again. She had removed her underwear. 

I put more music on the sound system. We went back to the couch and started making out. We were having fun. At one point I slipped a shoulder strap down her arm freeing up a breast. She seemed to think that was neat. I nibbled and suckled for a while then slid the other strap down her other arm freeing both breasts. 

She wiggled her arms though the shoulder straps so that the dress was effectively stopping just below her breasts. I went back to kissing and suckling them.

The CD ended and I got up to put in another. Jan sat up.

When I returned she had me stand in front of her. She began by attacking my belt. When she had me nude she stood and turned her back to give me access to her zipper. The dress joined the pile of clothing on the other sofa.

I hugged her from behind with my phallus in her rear cleavage and my hands caressing her beautiful breasts. I kissed and nibbled at her neck. Then I shifted to an earlobe.

I whispered to her: "You are such a sexy creature."

She replied: "Flattery will get you everywhere."

She turned around and we began kissing passionately while our bodies tried to find out just how much skin could touch skin. We were soon both totally aroused.

She pushed me back onto the sofa and straddled me. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths for a bit longer and then she rose up and guided my lingam into her yoni. 

She came down slowly. When I was fully inside instead of rising she began squeezing up and down my shaft with her vaginal muscles while looking deep into my eyes. They say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. That seemed to be the case now. We were one in more than just body. 

Then she began rising and falling in more conventional lovemaking. She added first undulating and then swiveling her hips to the motion. I could sense when she was grinding her clitoris against the top of my shaft.

We didn't last long. We came together in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Then her body relaxed, seeming to melt onto me. We stayed like this for a long time. 

The CD ended. She said: "I'll find some music." It took her a while but she chose something very beautiful, beautiful and romantic.

I was sitting in the beginning of the curve of the L. Jan sat/laid back such that her head was on my chest and her right shoulder was in my armpit. My right hand naturally fell to her left breast and I sat there cupping it and caressing it gently.

She murmured: "I love you. I am so lucky to have you in my life."

I kissed my left index finger and brought it softly to her lips.

We both smiled. I liked the look in her eyes.

My hand wandered from her breast across the softness of her belly all the way to her yoni and back. I found I liked caressing her belly.

She said: "Do you know what would be good now?"

I answered: "What, my dear."

She responded: "Popcorn."

I liked the idea. I said: "Want real butter?"

She replied in a soft and sweet voice: "Uh huh."

We headed for the kitchen.

I said: "There are times that microwave just won't cut it."

I got out a saucepan, a large bowl, the popcorn, butter and a bottle of olive oil.

She picked up the olive oil and read the label. She said: "What is extra virgin?"

I answered: "You were extra virgin the first time we made love."

She replied: "Awww honey. That is so sweet of you to say."

I commented: "Being extra virgin is largely a state of mind. Allow yourself to be extra virgin for Ron."

She then said: "Do you really think I can?"

I answered: "Yes I do."

I made the popcorn. I used lots of salt and real butter. She poured us drinks.

We moved back to the living room, cuddled together and ate the popcorn.

We washed the pan and bowl.

I found myself thinking: 'Eating popcorn will never be quite the same again.'

We checked on dinner. We are having chicken and vegetables cooked in a slow cooker. Things looked good and smelled better. 

As we were walking back to the living room she said: "Why don't you give me another shave?"

I said: "You are pretty smooth already."

She replied: "But I want to be extra smooth for tonight."

I agreed. 

We softened her up with the bidet and then moved to the massage table. I applied hot shaving foam and worked it in. She really liked that part. Finally I shaved her being ever so careful with the blade.

I wiped her off with a wet washcloth, dried her with a towel and rubbed in some massage oil.

As I was finishing she said: "I will want you to do this one more time."

I asked: "When will that be?"

She replied: "Assuming Ron and I get married. I want you to shave me on my wedding day so I will be extra smooth and soft for him."

I responded: "Maybe you will have trained him to shave you by then. I am sure he would enjoy doing it for you."

She replied: "We will just have to see."

I asked her what she usually used and she said an electric shaver and that she normally shaved just after her shower had softened things up.

She said: "Back to you shaving me on my wedding day: The groom is not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony on the wedding day. I really would like you to do it."

I replied: "I suppose." 

We went back to necking and cuddling on the sofa.

We decided to have dinner as darkness was falling. The dining table was already set including two candles. I moved the bird to the cutting board and began to carve it up while Jan served the vegetables and poured our drinks.

We moved the food to the table and I held her chair for her.

I lit the candles and turned off the other lights.

I said a short prayer thanking the souls of the creatures, plant as well as animal that we were about to consume.

Jan said: "That was really nice."

I said: "Thank you."

We served ourselves. I took a large helping of breast meat.

Jan said: "I always suspected that you were a breast man."

I leaned over and kissed her on a nipple. Then I squeezed her thigh with my hand.

I said: "Oh I don't know. A nice thigh is good too."

I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh.

Then I caressed her yoni and said: "What's between the thighs is even better."

We both laughed.

She told some very funny jokes that reminded me of some jokes I had long forgotten.

We had fun.

We had ice cream for dessert.

We cleaned up the kitchen by candlelight. Taking time to smooch in the process.

I thought of something I wanted to try. 

I asked: "Would you like to pose oiled and lit by candlelight?"

Jan answered: "That could be very beautiful. Of course I would."

We went around the apartment gathering candles and moved them to the studio. We ended up with more than a dozen.

I lit five candles.

I oiled her up. I found that there is a subtle difference between using oil in a massage and using oil in the studio. In a massage you work the oil in with pressure and you are working with one part of the body at a time. When you are using oil in the studio you are trying to coat every inch of the model's skin and you use a very light touch. I find both activities pleasant but coating a model has a very subtle but very powerful sensuality to it. I was fully erect when I finished. Jan thought that was neat.

We tried various poses with various numbers of candles lit and in various locations. The ladder proved very useful as a multilevel candle holder. Some shots were full body, some were close ups and some were extreme close ups. At one point I applied another coat of oil. 

The results were an amazing series of photographs. This was some of my best work ever.

We looked at them and in the process came up with ideas for still more to take.

We took them. At one point I applied still another coat of oil.

We went back upstairs and took a shower together. That was lots of fun too. I suggested that we do our teeth now so we would not need to bother later. We did.

We went back downstairs and I projected our evening's work. We were both in awe of what we had created. 

Janet was intrigued with some shots of her yoni. This being a part of her body she normally can't see. I was intrigued by the way the reflections of the candles on the curves of her outer lips almost made them into an abstract form. I was glad that I had shaved her extra smooth.

We decided it was time for bed. As we were about to head upstairs, she said: "Bring a camera."

I did, along with two candles.

We had previously had a long discussion about which bed we would use. We had decided to use the damped waterbed. 

She said: "Let me change."

I thought that was odd, given that she was already nude. Nonetheless I nodded and let her enter the bedroom alone. She closed the door and I waited perhaps a minute. Then she said: "Come in, darling."

Jan was wearing a virtually transparent white top that ended at the base of her breasts and an equally transparent skirt that went from low on her hips to her upper thigh and covered, if that is the right word here, even more transparent string bikini panties. Around her waist was a large white bow.

She said: "I thought you might like me gift wrapped."

We both laughed. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately.

I took several pictures before setting the camera on the dresser. I lit a candle on the dresser and turned off the lights.

I proceeded to unwrap her, kissing each part that I unwrapped, starting with her navel and ending with her clitoris. Life is good.

Then I stood and we kissed some more.

Eventually we made our way to the bed, folded down the covers and climbed in. 

We kissed playfully at first, light and gentle. We slowly shifted into French kisses again light and gentle. I broke this off to kiss her gently from head to toe. She returned the favor kissing me from toe to head.

We came back together kissing more passionately and I began caressing her breasts. The caresses turned into massaging and manipulating her nipples.

I moved my mouth to a nipple, teasing this morsel in every way I could think of as my hand caressed her belly. I slowly brought my hand to her smoothness and began to caress there. 

I began a more serious assault on her yoni, gently massaging her inner lips before entering a finger into her love passage. I brought her to orgasm without even touching her clitoris. As she climaxed she wrapped her arms around my head and squeezed my head into her bosom.

I waited while she relaxed and then continued with two fingers inside her. I added my thumb gently massaging her clitoris. Everything was well lubricated.

Jan was moaning and panting and rocking her hips wildly.

After about two minutes of this, she whispered: "Put it in, please, I need you inside me, take me, Oh - just put it inside me."

She was on her back. She spread her legs and began to pull me on top of her. I moved on top and she spread her legs wider yet.

I ran the head of my organ back and forth from clitoris to vagina several times before sinking slowly into her. She let out a sigh of pure pleasure. I went deep and began to stroke slowly, going from almost out to in to the hilt.

She wrapped her arms and her legs around me and kissed me passionately. Jan started muttering loving words somewhat incoherently. She continued to buck with her hips. I mostly had my hands on her ass.

I sped up my pistoning somewhat. We went like this for perhaps five minutes. Jan we nearing another orgasm.

I used my hands to move her legs down. Then, still inside her, I rolled us over and started pulling her knees up. She understood immediately and shifted into an astride position. She rode me with abandon, undulating and swiveling her hips almost magically. 




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Then she uttered a long slow groan and settled onto me as another orgasm took hold. Her vagina alternately relaxed and squeezed me so tight that I was almost afraid she would break it off. 

Jan lay still for a minute or two and then lifted up into the astride position again and began moving with deep strokes, rocking her hips so that the top of my phallus would touch her clitoris.

She then added swivels to her motion. My hands were alternately at her breasts and her ass. 

We went like this for perhaps another five minutes. Then she laid her body flat against mine and we rolled back to the missionary position.

I pounded into her, rapid fire. Jan climaxed yet again. 

We rested for a minute then continued. I stroked deeply at a moderate pace. Jan was rapidly approaching orgasm again. This time was different: I was approaching mine.

The tension was intense within me as I tried for that one more stroke that intensifies my climax.

I went: "Ahhhh." as I began squirt after squirt. My orgasm triggered hers and we held each other in wild and yet fond embrace. 

We both said: "Wow."

It took all of my remaining strength to roll off of her. 

I lay on my back, panting. Jan moved to her side and kissed me gently. We smiled at each other.

She traced circles on my chest with her finger and said: "You are wonderful. A girl could not ask for a better lover or a better friend. Thank you for tonight."

I nodded, weakly.

She lowered her head onto my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and we went to sleep.

I woke up about three with a very full bladder. Jan's head was still on my chest and she had one leg across my thighs. Her body was tight up against mine.

The candle had burned down and out.

I tried to extricate myself without waking her but was unsuccessful. She stirred enough to ask: "Why?"

I replied: "Bathroom."

She responded: "Mmm, 'K."

When I returned I expected her to be asleep. Instead she was up lighting the second candle.

Jan then flopped down on the bed again with her arms and legs spread and a devilish grin on her face. 

She asked: "Are you up for another round?"

I replied: "I hope so."

She took me into her mouth to get me hard. This was something she had never done before. Nonetheless she had me fully erect in under a minute. I reached out to her yoni and found it was already wet. This girl was all ready to go.

We started off missionary but almost immediately shifted to astride. There was no stopping her. Jan was moaning and groaning as she stroked deeply and swiveled deliciously. Ride em cowgirl!

She stared intently into my eyes. There seemed to be soul-to-soul communication.

She rapidly worked herself to orgasm. Her vagina was doing some amazing things and this triggered mine. I was somewhat surprised by this. I had expected we would be at this even longer than last time.

Jan lowered her body to mine and kissed me sweetly.

She said: "You're so good. I love you so much."

She got up and blew out the candle.

Jan moved back so her head was again on my chest and her body tight against mine.

I felt very loved.

Suddenly it was seven and she was stirring. I made another bathroom run. So did she.

Jan returned first and relit the candle. When I returned she was on hands and knees on the bed.

I turned her so that she was facing the mirror above the dresser.

I knelt next to her and kissed her. She rose and we French kissed for a minute or two. I moved one hand to caress a breast and the other to cup her yoni. Both Jan and I rapidly became very aroused. 

I released her and she went back to hands and knees. I positioned myself behind her and slipped inside. I leaned over her body cupping one breast with one hand and reaching under to stroke her clitoris with the other. 

Jan climaxed and I just kept going. I moved my hands to her hips and pounded away even harder. 

She was flinging her head around and making delicious sounds in her ecstasy. I could see her breasts swinging wildly in the mirror. That was quite a show.

She had another orgasm and I followed suit. We fell together forward onto the bed.

I went: "Whew."

She said: "You can say that again."

I did. We both laughed.

I climbed off of her. 

I turned on a light and blew out the candle.

Jan asked: "Does this mean that we are up?"

I said: "Could you go back to sleep now?"

She replied: "No. I don't think so,"

I then asked: "Bidet and then the Jacuzzi?"

She nodded.

We watched each other use the bidet. 

I started the water filling the tub.

We had lots of fun in the tub. We also enjoyed toweling each other off.

We went back to the bedroom. 

She opened her case and took out a plastic tube with a top. She then picked up the white ribbon and coiled it up. She put it in the tube and then stuffed the top, skirt and panties in also. She put the top on and handed it to me saying: "This is for you. Something to remember me by."

I said: "Thank you."

I looked at the tube, there was a label on the side: A red heart with yesterday's date inside.

I asked: "Are you hungry?"

Jan replied: "Famished."

I asked: "Would you like French toast with real maple syrup?"

She answered: "You have found the secret. The way to this girl's heart is through her stomach."

We headed to the kitchen. I asked: "How many slices?"

She replied: "Three."

I began making the French toast. She set the table and got out orange juice, butter and the syrup.

We sat down to a nice breakfast.

I said: "Nice girls do stay for breakfast."

Then I had to explain where that came from.

We also discussed different meanings of: 'nice girl.'

We had just finished breakfast when the office line rang.

I answered it. It was Ann. I put her on speaker-phone. She was wondering if we were up. She wanted to know when she should come over. I mouthed 'Now?' to Jan. She nodded. I said now was fine. She said: "OK. See you in ten."

We had just cleaned up the kitchen when Ann arrived. One look at our smiling faces and she knew the night had gone well.

Ann said: "I'm so happy for both of you." I knew that she meant it. Ann is an amazing person. There is not a jealous bone in her body. I love her all the more for it.

Ann undressed and we all moved to the living room. We discussed the spiritual significance of last night's activities, especially in light of Janet's blossoming romance with Ron. The discussion went far and wide. Ann made sure the whole conversation stayed far away from any form of judgment.

We also told Ann about our photography. We discussed the spiritual significance of that.

Jan's cell phone rang. It was Ron.

Ann and I went downstairs.

As soon as we were there she asked: "Twenty strokes?"

I said: "Yes. If I am able."

Ann commented: "Wore you out that much, did she?"

I said: "Just like you on our first night."

She replied: "You still remember that?"

I answered: "I will never forget that night. It became the happiest night of my entire life."

We kissed softly.

She said: "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

I replied: "You are the most special girl I have ever met and I have met several, mostly named Wells."

We started making out. I quickly became erect. Ann was wet.

We did our twenty strokes - no problem.

We sat for about ten minutes just letting the telepathic communication flow.

In the end Ann said: "You do good work in your good works."

I started showing her the pictures from last night. She loved them. I did some sorting as we looked at them.

We were about three quarters of the way through them when Janet joined us. She had a huge smile on her face.

She asked: "Can a girl be in love with two men at the same time? Really in love?"

I answered: "I should think so. I am in love with more than two girls now. I think it should work the same way for both sexes."

This launched a wild discussion. It lasted until lunchtime. We found that we kept coming back to the underlying oneness of ourselves as spiritual beings. This, however, has many subtle ramifications.

Much of the time I was sitting between them on the sofa. They were both leaning into me and I had an arm around each girl's neck such that I had a breast in each hand. I caressed them softly. Love was in the air. Life is good.

We broke for lunch and then went and finished looking at the pictures from last night. Ann wanted to pose that way too. I was really looking forward to that. I suggested tonight but she was going to dinner with Fil. She said maybe tomorrow after dancing.

I showed the pictures I took of Gail. Both Ann and Jan thought those were the best prom dress pictures that they had ever seen. Ann burst out laughing with the first jumper shot. She just roared. She had to explain to Jan just what was so funny. Ann finally brought up some pictures of herself and her sisters in just jumpers. Jan liked them.

It was time to go meet Ron's plane. We went and got dressed. Jan's suitcase went into the Miata's trunk.

I drove to the airport. On the way back Ann and I were in front and the two lovebirds shared the back seat. They held hands and looked lovingly into each other's eyes the whole drive back to campus. The innocence was palpable. 

I thought: 'Jan is going to be extra virgin for Ron.'

Ann concurred.

To be continued.



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Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-27 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.



Chapter 25.

Monday morning. 

Joyce started her day by seducing me again. This was getting to be a regular occurrence. The girl certainly knows what she likes. That is OK however because I certainly like it too. Joyce has many talents.

I asked her for her opinion as to how we should handle things once Roberta was aboard. I said that Roberta seemed to be OK with non sexual nudity but being in her face with sexual activity was an entirely different level. I stated that having sex with me was definitely not a requirement for working here and I did not want Roberta thinking that it was or even wondering if it was. I suggested that at least for the time being she should plan on no sex with me while Roberta was in the building. Joyce agreed but was clearly unhappy about the idea. She brightened up with the thought that her parents had no problems with her spending as much time as she wanted here.

I had a some tasks for her. She needed to choose and order office furniture for Roberta, pick up another two dozen candles, and pick up a six foot stepladder.

She bought the candles and the ladder. They went in the studio.

About 10:00 the phone rang. A nice sounding young lady introduced herself as Brittany, Gail's sister. She explained that she attended UAlbany and that Gail had sent her some prom dress pictures that she thought were just wonderful. She wanted to know if I would be willing to take some pictures of her in her prom dress too. I reluctantly agreed. She would be here Thursday at noon.

Gail's back again. 

About 11:30 Gail called. She wanted another back rub. She walked over at noon.

She was soon nude on the massage table.

I started to massage her back.

She said: "I want to thank you again for the pictures of me in my prom dress. Both my mother and my sister love your pictures"

I replied: "You are very welcome. I had fun with that shoot."

I told her that Brittany had called and about her request.

We were silent for a while as I worked on her upper back.

She said: "I wonder why I left my panties on the first time. Now that seems not only silly but an insult to you."

I replied: "I did not take it as such."

She said: "Nonetheless, I would like to apologize."

I said: "It really is not necessary."

She said: "Even then I should have known what type of man you are."

I replied: "Don't beat yourself up about it. Most girls would still have their panties on."

She said: "Do you really think so?

I said: "Yes I do. In some ways I am surprised you took your bra off."

She replied: "It had to be off for the back rub."

I said: "I know, but I am still surprised. I am also surprised that you were willing to roll over."

She said: "You should not have been. I hide behind my boobs."

I asked: "Do you expose them often?"

She answered: "Never."

I asked: "So why do you say that you hide behind them?"

She replied: "I don't have to expose them to hide behind them."

I asked: "So why was it OK with me."

She replied: "Somehow I knew that you were safe."

I said: "Now I would like to go on to a more interesting question. Notably: Who is the girl behind the boobs?"

She said: "I've been giving that a lot of thought. First and foremost: She is scared."

I asked: "Of what?"

She replied: "Of lots of things, of everything, of being found out."

I asked: "Found out about what?"

She answered: "That's part of the weird part. I don't know. Who I really am I guess."

I asked: "Why are you ashamed of who you are?"

She answered: "Why not."

I said: "That is no answer and you know it."

She said: "Yeah I know."

I said: "So back to the question."

She said: "Part of it is that I feel like a social klutz. For example: My mom forced me to go to a couple of dances in high school. The few boys that asked me to dance either didn't have any idea how to hold me or were trying to grab a feel or both. I was asked to the prom but I think my date was mostly interested in how much boob I would show and how much he could play with."

I said: "In high school everybody thinks they are a social klutz. Poise comes with experience and in high school you don't have much."

She asked: "So how do you get poise?"

I answered: "You fake it until you make it. You and everybody else."

She said: "Is that really how it is done?"

I answered: "It seems to be."

She said: "Oh."

I said: "We build problems for ourselves when we hide our true nature behind a false front assuming that front is more acceptable or what the other person wants. When we are honest about who we really are the type of people you want in your life notice and come running. Honesty is a powerful attractant. 

I said: "One trick is to find activities that you think are fun where you can join with members of the opposite sex. There are lots of clubs on campus. Get on the internet and explore."

She said: "That's easy. I'll do it."

I continued: "Try to avoid settings which feature alcohol or drugs. You don't need either. You have my essay on sacred sexuality. Think about that. Try to not get caught up in casual sex. There will be a lot of guys that will want you for your boobs but there are others around and you can find them or maybe it is better put: let them find you, if you try." 

She said that she had experience with that in that the three guys she dated in high school all only wanted to play with her boobs. She concluded: "They made me feel cheap."

We kicked the 'Who is she?' question around until I had finished her back.

When I started working on her behind I asked: "What about my second question?"

She said: "Which question?"

I asked: "What is the spiritual purpose of your extra large breasts?"

She asked: "What could it be?"

I replied: "It could be to setup a karmic or dharmic relationship but it probably is not going to be that simple."

We talked about breasts as a symbol of nurturing.

We talked about possible purposes for the rest of the massage without reaching any conclusions.

Ann, oil and candles .

Ann and I want to the Tango class as usual. Then we returned to 3i. We undressed in the bedroom and then moved to the studio. We spread plastic on the floor and placed some towels over that. Then we began lighting candles . I was placing them on the ladders. I thought that I would start with six candles and experiment from there.

I coated her with olive oil. Her skin gleamed in the candlelight. I washed my hands and began taking pictures. She moved from one great pose to another. I moved candles. I lit a few more. Then I lit more yet, ending up with twenty lit. The results were spectacular. I gave her another coat of oil and continued. I took a few with different colored gels on a strobe set at low power illuminating the background. 

We had fun. 

Finally we stopped, turned on a room light and blew out the candles.

Then we shared an amazing hug. Her body felt incredible all slippery with the oil. 

We removed the worst of it with paper towels. I picked up the towels and spread corn starch on the floor to absorb the drippings the towels missed and then scraped and swept that up.

We went upstairs and shared a really nice shower together. Then we went to bed. Life is good. When I am making love with Ann life is very good indeed.

Tuesday morning. 

Joyce seduced me again. On Monday we had made waves on the undamped waterbed. This time we were slow and gentle on the Roman couch in the studio.

Yvonne .

The girls came over after their lab. I greeted Yvonne with a big smile and a Namaste. She responded in kind. The girls went right to work on their lab reports. I let Yvonne use my desk again and moved to the computer in the first office. When they had them finished Yvonne came to see me as Ann was off to the school library.

We walked upstairs.

She was wearing typical student garb: a sweat shirt and jeans. She apologized for her attire saying that she didn't have a chance to change. Then she laughed and said: "Given what I was wearing most of my last visit maybe it doesn't matter."

We hugged. The feeling of connection was stronger than ever.

When we released she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. I helped her with the arms. She was wearing a white bra. She reached back and unhooked it. Then she tossed it onto the other sofa with the sweatshirt.

I found myself wondering if a white bra on a black girl meant the same thing as a black bra on a white girl or was it just a white bra. I did not ask.

She pulled my shirt off.

We hugged again. It was wondrous.

She started to unfasten my pants. I helped. Then we did hers. I knelt to remove her jeans. I slid her panties down. I leaned forward and kissed her in her pubic hair. She giggled. I enjoyed the aroma.

She stepped out of her panties.

She said: "Up." I stood.

She dropped to her knees and kissed me on the end of my shaft.

Then she said: "Turnabout is fair play." We both laughed.

We hugged again. The merging was stronger yet.

I kissed her. She responded with tongue as she caressed my back and butt.

I was caressing her body too. A beautiful, tender body.

I asked: "Shall we sit?"

She nodded. I sat. She sat on my lap. Our lips met, our tongues danced, my left hand stroked a breast while my right hand stroked her back down to the upper part of her ass.

She started making delicious noises. Her left arm was around my neck while her right hand stroked my outer thigh. 

She said: "I'm on the pill."

I replied: "Good."

We went back to kissing. She has a talented tongue.

I turned her outward slightly. This allowed me to comfortably caress her tummy with my left hand. I lowered my mouth to her left nipple and began to suck. She held my head to her breast and moaned happily. 

I found that I was in a space where Yvonne was a sacred being, a Goddess to be loved. My heart was totally open to her.

My left hand began to explore her pubic hair. She opened her legs slightly, just enough for me to caress her yoni. That caused her to open her legs wide. I ran a finger up and down her slit a few times and then settled down to seriously massage her inner lips. This brought an immediate response. She moaned, she groaned and she begged for more. I slipped a finger into her vagina. No maidenhead but she was clearly a virgin. Her G spot was easy to find. I quickly brought her to an explosive orgasm. 

As she came down from her high, she kissed me gently.

Then she said: "Thank you."

We kissed again softly and slowly.

She said: "Please take me."

I said: "Are you sure?"

She nodded. She was quiet for a few seconds then said: "My heart knew from the beginning but my mind had a whole lot to figure out. The whole idea of spiritual families takes some getting used to. The idea that they cross races or that race just doesn't matter is mind blowing for me. I've talked with Ann enough that I know that the two of you love each other deeply. You have convinced me that the telepathy you share is real and from what Ann says: pervasive. The idea that both of you want to welcome me into your family is amazing to me. The idea of making love as a way to do that is even more amazing. The idea that I would not be stepping on Ann's toes, so to speak, is also amazing."

She paused.

Then continued: "I know I'm rambling but hear me out. This is important to me. When I was in the green dress and we were making out you didn't touch me down there and Ann told me that you were waiting until it was yoni. Is that right?"

I nodded: "Yes I was."

She asked: "Was it yoni just now?"

I nodded again.

She then asked: "What makes it yoni?"

I answered: "The space that I am in. How I am seeing you. The reverence that I choose to bring to the situation. The reverence you bring to the situation and the reverence you have for yourself. Also the love we each choose to bring to it."

She said: "Oh my. Are you sure I'm worthy."

I replied: "Oh yes you are. From our very first hug I have felt merging. That is soul communicating with soul. That sensation has only become stronger. I trust my soul to know what it is doing. It is telling me as personality to love you and to honor the spiritually beautiful creature that you truly are."

She kissed me again- still softly and gently.

She said: "I've never felt so loved. I am yours."

She kissed me again. This time she plunged her tongue into my mouth.

She moved off of me and took my shaft in her hand. 

She asked: "If I have a yoni. What is this?"

I replied: "My Lingam, a wand of light."

She then said: "Illuminate me."

I moved her flat on the sofa. I was fully hard. She was dripping wet.

I moved on top of her. She opened her legs. I gently entered her.

We shared the sacred flame.

Later I said: "I have a gift for you."

She smiled.

I gave her a box. She opened it to find Gibran's "The Prophet."

I said: "Open it to an arbitrary page. See what you get."

She opened it to a page near the beginning.

She read silently, flipped back a page, then returned to the first one and then began to tear up.

She said: "Oh my beloved. You have indeed: 'sifted me to free me from my husks.' You have indeed: 'ground me to whiteness.' You have indeed: 'kneaded me to make me pliant.' You have indeed: 'made me sacred bread for God's sacred feast.' Thank you, thank you. "

She hugged me tight. I began to tear up too.

Then we relaxed. She put her head on my shoulder. I had my arm around her.

We stayed that way for twenty minutes or so.

Finally she said: "I suppose I need to go back to the ordinary world."

I replied: "I suppose."

We dressed and I drove her back to campus.

On the drive back she said: "Remember how you wrote in your 'Sacred Sex' paper that sex could be a very intense way of saying 'Namaste.' Well it was."

Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Joyce came upstairs while I was gone and cleaned the sofa cushion.

Suz poses. 

When I returned from dropping off Yvonne, Joyce informed me that Suz had called wanting to know if she could come over for more pictures. Joyce gave her a tentative yes. I said: "OK." and Joyce called Suz back. Then she called her mother saying that she would be late for dinner.

About twenty minutes later Suz arrived carrying a suitcase. 

She said: "I brought my prom dress and two bridesmaid dresses. I also hope that you will take some of me nude."

We moved to the studio. Suz was smiling even more broadly than usual. I would not have believed that was possible until I saw it with my own eyes.

She set her suitcase on the conference table and opened it. She removed her prom dress.

She said: "I hear that you are very good with prom dresses."

I smiled and replied: "So they tell me."

She asked: "Is it OK if I change here or should I go across the hall?"

I answered: "Either way is OK."

She pulled off her top and unfastened her bra. She was not the least bit shy about my seeing her breasts. Then she undid her skirt. She was wearing lace panties.

She stepped into the dress and lifted it into place. Joyce zipped it up. I helped by holding the sides together ahead of the zipper. Then Joyce helped to adjust the fit. Suz changed her shoes.

It looked a little tight. That really emphasized her cleavage. She almost looked like she might pop out.

She said: "I guess I've put on a couple of pounds since high school."

I said: "It still looks good."

She smiled.

Her bra strap marks were showing. With her permission I rubbed them to get them to fade faster.

We waited a few minutes.

I started taking pictures. She made a terrific model. I shot about fifty photos.

She hugged me.

She turned to Joyce and asked her to unzip her about half way.

Then we took some more.

We stopped and Suz changed into the first bridesmaid dress. It was spectacular. I took another fifty shots. She unzipped it and we took even more. She had fun half falling out of the dress.

We hugged again. I caressed her bare back.

The second bridesmaid's dress was even more spectacular. Again wonderful photographs. She had even more fun with it unzipped.

Then we did nudes. I took about two hundred total. Suz's natural joy was shining through.

She came into my arms for still another hug. She melted against me. I caressed her back and butt and eventually her flank up to the side of one breast.

Then we talked.

She said: "I want to thank you for your 'sacred sex' paper. It explained something about what has been going on with me. The guys all think I'm fun to be with so I don't seem to have a problem getting dates, even now. In high school I never let things go past necking and I still don't. I'm sure this frustrates some of the guys, probably all of the guys. I didn't understand why I was so reluctant to let things proceed. After all I'm now twenty years old and the guys I date are nice guys. I've been asking myself: 'What in the world are you waiting for?' Your paper answered the question. I've been waiting for sacred sex without knowing it. Now that I know what it is I can start to create circumstances where it can occur."

I asked: "How do you plan to do that?"

She answered: "For starters I now meditate. I am also paying a lot more attention to my intuition. I figure when a possible right guy comes along I"ll let him read your paper. That should lead to some interesting conversations."

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 26



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-31 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.



Chapter 26.

Wednesday morning. 

Joyce was proving to be one horny girl. This morning it was doggy style on the living room sofa. Outside was a thunderstorm. There was lots of lightning, thunder and rain lashing the windows. Somehow that added to our enjoyment.

Afterwards we talked about a conversation she had had with Suz. They were both trying to figure out why they both loved being nude with me while neither could imagine being naked with any other male.

Mary calls. 

Mary called about 12:30. She explained that she was hoping to catch both Ann and I.

I asked: "What's up."

She asked: "How would it be if Cindy and I came to visit you over Thanksgiving?"

I replied: "Sounds good to me. Ann is off from three on Tuesday and restarts classes on Monday. Maybe we could have Barbara and Connie visit as well. Have you talked to Barbara?"

She answered: "No. Not yet."

I responded: "I'll call her and Ann too. Then I will call you back."

She replied: "Sounds good to me."

I then called Ann on her cell phone. She was very happy with the idea."

I called Barb. She was with Connie when I called. They were even happier with the idea. Barb said that they could probably get a ride and she would let me know.

I called Mary back and let her know the everyone at this end loved the idea.

She called back an hour later giving me their itinerary. They would arrive on Tuesday afternoon and leave Wednesday morning one week later.

Joan. 

We heard from most of the pool girls saying they were staying on campus. I didn't blame them. It was a cold and blustery day, intermittent thunderstorms, record low temperature, downright miserable and the weather system was stalled right over us.

Just at three there seemed to be a little break. Joan started walking over using a cloth coat and an umbrella for protection. She had gone little more than half way when the rain began again. The wind picked up and a true downpour started. A wind gust broke her umbrella. By the time she got to 3i she was soaked to the skin and her teeth were chattering. She was turning blue.

I rushed her upstairs and grabbed several towels. I helped her peel off her clothes and then rubbed her down with the towels. She was still shivering but she smiled at me anyway. Her clothing would not have been any more wet if she had jumped into the swimming pool.

I said: "You should have called me for a ride."

She said: "Yeah, but I'm here now."

I went and got her a bathrobe. She snuggled into it. She still looked cold. We hugged.

She said: "The hot tub would be good about now but I'm not sure I'd survive the walk to it."

I said: "How about a Jacuzzi?"

She said: "You have one?"

I said: "Yep. Follow me."

We moved to the master bathroom and I started to fill the Jacuzzi.

She said: "Neat."

She shivered again. 

I went to the intercom and asked Joyce to put Joan's clothes in the dryer. 

Joyce said: "For sure. Is she OK?"

I replied: "I think so but she does need warming up."

Joyce said: "I will leave that to you." I could hear the smile in her voice.

The Jacuzzi was filling rapidly. I checked the temperature. It was good. I bowed and gestured with my hand and said: "This way madam."

Joan dropped the bathrobe and stepped into the tub. She settled into the water with a satisfied sigh.

I peeled off my clothes and joined her.

I turned on the jets. She liked that.

I bled in some more hot water. She liked that too.

We kissed lightly.

She was a Goddess making me feel like a God. Now, unlike with Jean, this God was centered in compassion and love rather than power.

That turned into necking which rapidly progressed to heavy petting. My hand felt totally at home massaging her yoni. Two fingers also felt very at home in her vagina. I brought her to a very nice orgasm.

As she relaxed from it I asked: "Shall we move to a bed?"

She replied: "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

I said: "Uh Huh."

She smiled. I smiled.

I asked: "Which bed do you want to use: the regular Mattress, the damped waterbed or the undamped waterbed.?"

She asked: "What are the differences?"

I replied: "The regular Mattress is firm and gives good support. The undamped waterbed sloshes and the damped waterbed is somewhat of a compromise with just a slight amount of motion."

I ended by saying: "Or if you really insist we can use a single bed, an air mattress or the Roman couch in the studio."

She laughed.

She went for the damped waterbed.

I said: "Shall we?"

We stood, stepped out of the tub. Then we dried each other off, smooching as we did so. I dried her hair with a hot air blower. I teased her by drying her lower hair.

She said: " I'm already hot down there."

We laughed.

We moved to the second bedroom. I folded back the bed covers and spread a towel where her hips would be going. She lay down on her back while I was on my side at her side. 

We began just necking. Then I moved to her feet and began stroking, kissing and licking my way up her body. She really liked my licking the inside of her thigh. I skipped her yoni, kissing around it. I did the same with her breasts and her mouth. I ended up at her forehead. Then I came back down starting with a delicious round of French kisses. I added caressing her breasts and then her yoni. I moved to having a nipple in my mouth. Two fingers were back inside her. She was making delighted and delightful sounds. She tried to say something but was sufficiently aroused as to be incapable of coherent speech. She was rocking her hips. She was near orgasm.

I moved on top of her and entered using my incremental technique. Her hips seemed to be saying to my hips: 'Welcome home' and 'Now, isn't this more like it.' It all just felt totally right. When I was totally inside not just my hips were feeling the: 'Welcome home.'

At this same time I had a profound knowing: I was making love to Joan Donaldson and not some ghost of Jean. It was very much 'making love.' Making love with her was very much the right thing to do.

She was in ecstasy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight. Her first orgasm came quickly. She shuddered and screamed. I continued to thrust deeply into her and she was rapidly on her way to another. Finally we climaxed together. As we did she dug her fingernails into my back. I bled.

It took a minute for each of us to catch our breath enough to speak.

I felt a profound sense of completion. I wondered what was now complete. I knew it was not about the knight lifetime.

When I could I said: "I love you."

It seemed trite to say and yet it was coming from my heart. I still wondered what this was all about.

We kissed softly.

She said: "I love you too." It did not sound trite when she said it.

I was about to roll off of her when she noticed that her fingers were bloody, she had broken two fingernails and that I was bleeding. She said: "Don't roll over. You're bleeding. Lift up still facing down and I'll slide out from under."

I did and she did.

She said: "Oh my gosh - I really did claw you up." 

Joan mopped up the worst of the blood with tissues.

Then she said: "Let me get Joyce to help you."

She ran to the bathroom to retrieve the bathrobe. Then she dashed downstairs and returned with Joyce.

Joyce took one look and headed for our first aid supplies.

She spread antibiotic cream on my wounds and then started bandaging them. The bleeding had slowed considerably but had not fully stopped.

Joyce smiled as she said to Joan: "He was that good, was he?"

Joan blushed bright red but answered: "He was better."

Joyce said to me: "Way to go boss."

We all laughed. 

I thought: 'Joyce just said the right thing to put Joan at ease.'

I stood up.

Joyce headed back downstairs. As she went she said: "Ann is working at her desk."

I replied: "OK."

I turned to Joan and said: "Don't worry, Joyce can keep a secret."

Joan replied: "Even from Ann?"

I responded: "Ann has been encouraging me to make love with you."

Joan went: "What!?"

I replied: "Ann knows that the more I love anyone, the more I love everyone, and the more I love her. Besides Ann and I are sometimes telepathic so I can have no secrets from her."

Joan looked worried: "Were you... When we...?"

I shook my head, no.

She looked relieved.

She asked: "Have you ever had sex with another girl while telepathic with Ann?"

I said: "Yes. We set it up ahead of time. It was wonderful for all four of us."

Joan asked: "All four?"

I replied: "Ann and both her sisters. I was making love with Barbara and it was a melding. I have a different kind of telepathic connection with Cindy."

She said: "That must have been something very special."

I replied: "It was."

She asked: "What was your connection with Ann's other sister?"

I answered: "We share orgasms. Fortunately I don't ejaculate with hers so I get to keep going."

She said: "Wow."

I continued: "Now come here, I want to try something."

She came to me and I moved the robe off of her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. 

I took her in my arms for a nice hug. She relaxed into me.

I asked: "Is it different?"

She said: "Definitely, but I can't tell you how."

I asked: "Which is better?"

She replied: "It is not that one is better than the other. They are just different somehow."

I smiled. 

We both put on bathrobes and wandered downstairs to see Ann.

Ann gave us a thumbs up as we entered the office. She said: "That was some scream." Joan blushed but continued to smile broadly.

Ann then said: "I hear you were soaked to the skin. You should have asked me for a ride."

Joan said: "That would have felt like I was imposing. Besides I wasn't sure what you thought about me spending time with Matt, far less doing what we just did."

Ann said: "I'm going to tell you a secret: In all the time that I have known him, he has yet to do a single thing that I disapprove of."

I said: "Really?"

Ann said: "Really."

I replied: "Thanks honey."

Ann then looked me in the eye and said: "There have been a few times when you felt you did not live up to your highest standard but I consider those as you just being human and even in those cases I suspect they will turn out to serve to create spiritual growth in the long run."

She looked Joan in the eye and said: "I know he worries that I'm not getting enough sex but there has never been a time when he has been unable to perform with me no matter how much sex he has had with other girls. So you don't need to worry."

Joan smiled and said: "Thank you."

Ann said: "I'll drive you back. Now why don't the two of you run upstairs and try out a different bed. Let's see if you can scream even louder this time."

Joan blushed beet red but had a shit-eating-grin on her face.

We headed upstairs.

As we went Joan asked: "Are you really over seventy and were you really celibate for more than twenty years?" 

I answered: "Yes and yes."

She asked: "I thought old men had trouble having sex more than once a day?"

I answered: "I've already made love twice today, we are about to make it three times and I fully expect that Ann and I will sleep together tonight."

She said: "My gosh."

I said: "Now, it's your choice: Which bed?"

She chose the undamped waterbed.

We had fun. She did not claw my back again but I suspect that she came (If you will pardon the expression) close. She did scream but it was not as loud as her first one.

Ann drove her back.

They had an interesting conversation.

Ann rounds out the day. 

Joyce and I fixed dinner together. We talked a little about Joan. Joyce found the ties to Jean fascinating. 

Joyce left about six. I worked on 3i business until Ann arrived. That was about nine.

We hugged, gently. There was wonderful chi transfer.

We moved upstairs and undressed each other. We talked about Thanksgiving on the way.

She redid the bandages on my back.

Then we did our teeth and went to bed.

We started missionary. When Ann had her first orgasm we switched to astride. With her second we went back to missionary. We continued this until I came with her fifth orgasm.

We kissed tenderly.

We let our telepathic communication free associate. It as mostly but not totally about Joan.

Then she telepathed: "You usually give the girls you bed more in awareness than you receive but this time may be different. Joan has given you a great deal of clarity about Jean and with it a great deal of healing has occurred."

We both slept well that night.

Thursday morning. 

Joyce and I used the conventional mattress.

Robin stops by. 

Robin called and asked if she could stop by and talk. I said sure.

She came over and we moved to the living room sofa.

She said: "Gail and I had a long talk last night. It got me thinking that I need to talk with you too." 

I asked: "Is there a problem?"

She said: "I don't know if I would call it a problem, well I guess I would. Whenever a guy that I think is even a little bit attractive tries to talk to me I find that either I am speechless or I say something really stupid."

I asked: "Do you find me attractive?"

She answered: "Oh God yes. You are the most attractive man I have ever met."

I asked: "Then why don't you have those problems with me?"

She replied: "I'm not afraid when I'm with you."

I asked: "What's different?"

She said: "I don't know."

I asked: "Why are you afraid when you are with the other guys?"

She answered: "I'm afraid that they won't like me."

I commented: "Isn't that our standard fear. That is why we build our masks, our false selves. We hide who we are and what we want and then are totally surprised when we don't find what we want."

I asked: "Would you be upset if a guy you thought was a total jerk didn't like you?"

She answered: "Well a little. I want everybody to like me." 

I asked: "Why?"

She responded: "Don't you want everybody to like you?"

I answered: "Not particularly. I am quite happy when obnoxious people leave me alone."

She responded: "You have a point."

I said: "If you are being who you really are and some guy doesn't like that isn't that his problem. If some guy really likes a false image you are creating to please him what happens when the mask slips? They always do you know. Sooner or later.."

She said: "I guess he would feel hurt maybe even betrayed."

I responded: "Exactly."

I continued: "Also eventually you find that you get tired of the false self. Remember the false self is always shallower than the true self. Living a shallow life gets boring after a while. I will tell you though: It took me a lot of years to figure all this out."

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

I asked her: "What does your true self want most right now?

She smiled then said: "You mean if I could have anything in the world that I wanted?"

I nodded.

She said: "I would like you to have sex with me."

I asked: "Merely have sex or make love?"

She said: "Make love."

I asked: "Do you see it as a spiritual act?"

She thought for a few seconds and then responded: "Umm. I guess that I really want it to be a spiritual act. Anything less is really phony. I don't think that I'm ready yet. I'm going to change my wish: I want to be able to make love as a spiritual act."

I replied: "I see a lot of wisdom in that answer. You have just made a giant stride toward getting your wish."

She smiled. 

She said: "In the mean time there is something else that I would like."

I asked: "What?"

She answered: "A back rub."

I said: "OK."

We stood and moved toward the first bedroom.

Then I asked: "Just a back rub?"

She answered: "Well a front rub too. In fact you can rub me anywhere you want to."

I replied: "Even there?"

She answered with a big grin: "Especially there."

She undressed and climbed onto the massage table. She settled with her face on her arms rather than using the face support.

I started with her shoulders. I used oil. She was not too tense. She made happy noises.

I asked: "If you got to know a really nice guy would you ask him to make love with you?"

She replied: "I doubt it. You are a special case."

I asked: "Would you allow him to seduce you?"

She responded: "I don't know what that means. I know it means get a girl to have sex but I don't know what a guy does when he does that."

I said: "It covers a lot of ground, all the way from gently talking her into it, to plying her with booze, or even to getting her so aroused that she doesn't notice when it becomes intercourse."

She asked: "Can that really happen?"

I answered: "Supposedly. I've never done it myself. I've never even tried."

I was working my way down her back. She continued to make happy sounds. I ran my hands gently down her flanks. She moaned happily.

She said: "Maybe."

I had to think what the question was.

I was down to her lower back. Then I started on her behind. She spread her legs as wide as the table would allow. I began to knead her ass. She loved it. 

Then I worked on a leg, starting with her toes and working my way up past her knee. Then I did the other one.

I was fully erect. It was actually painful.

I began a serious massage of her thighs. She really responded to my stroking her inner thighs. The closer I got to her pussy the more she liked it.

I then moved back to stroking from her ass down her thighs.

She lifted one hip slightly and bent a knee to give me more access to her pussy. I continued to ignore it.

She said: "Especially there?"

I replied: "I will leave that for a future boyfriend."

She said: "Oh shucks."

I suggested she roll over. She did.

I started with her face and worked my way down. I worked around her breasts but did not touch them. That took more than a little will power.

Finally I massaged her abdomen, stopping just short of her pubic hair.

Then I said: "We're done."

She looked vaguely disappointed. She asked: "Why didn't you do my 'especially there?' "

I said: "Because if I did I am not sure that I would be able to stop myself from screwing you."

She smiled: "I wouldn't stop you. I wouldn't want to stop you."

I replied: "I know."

She asked: "You've touched me there before. What is different now?"

I answered: "I am in a different space now. I am too aware of your need as a need for physical release as opposed to making a spiritual connection. That need is bringing out the same need in me. You have no idea just how much I want to sink my cock into your pussy. If we did it now it would be just having sex on my part as well as, I suspect, yours. A girl should not lose her virginity that way."




Driving in Snow Ch. 26



She replied: "I suppose."

I said: "We all have the choice to make our lives a temple or a tavern. I want to help you make yours a temple."

She replied: "Thank you."

She said: "I need to ask: Does this mean that we will never make love together?"

I responded: "No, not at all. It means that we both need to move to a space of more spiritual awareness, I want to say: to a spiritually centered place. If and when I take your virginity it needs to be making love at least and hopefully something even more."

She replied: "Good because you are the only man I have ever met who I would like to have take my virginity."

I replied: "I feel very honored by that."

I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

Then I helped her off the table.

We hugged. She held me tight, very tight. 

She said: "Oh Matt, I love you so much. Thank you for loving me too."

I kissed her cheek softly.

She looked at her watch and said: "I'm already late for a class."

I drove her to campus.

Brittany poses. 

Brittany arrived right on time. She had a small suitcase with her. She was thinner than Gail, very well endowed but well short of her sister's monsters. Cute face. Vibrant smile. She had done her hair up into a stunning hairdo.

She was a year older than Gail but looked younger.

She thanked me for being willing to do this. 

I lead her back to the studio and let her have a look around. Then I took her across the hall to the third office so she could change.

I went back to the studio to wait. I did not have to wait long.

She came in wearing a beautiful strapless sheath in white satin. The skirt went to just below her knees. She was holding her arms tight to her sides. I wondered why until she turned around and asked me to zip her up.

I did. She relaxed her arms. 

I said: "Very beautiful." She smiled. Dimples appeared in her cheeks.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her smile changed to a slight scowl. She said: "Oh darn. I'm showing a panty line."

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and proceeded to pull off her panties. I was given a quick glimpse of a smoothly shaven mons. She dropped her skirt back into place, adjusted it slightly and said: "There that's much better."

The dress hung beautifully. Her belly was flat with prominent hipbones and mons. Her cleavage was awesome.

I switched on my lights and began taking pictures. She relaxed and started showing her dimples again. I made several portraits as well as well as the full body shots I had been mostly taking. I used the ladder for several shots. This tended to hi-light the ample cleavage her dress had on display. I took several of her seated, both in a chair and on a stool. The dress was very flattering to her behind and she looked very good in over the shoulder shots. We went for about fifteen minutes total.

I said: "I think we are about done."

She replied: "Then unzip me please."

I did.

Then she said: "Are you ready for some more?"

She let the dress drop another inch. Her nipples were not in view but it was getting close.

I took a couple of shots. Then she let her dress fall another inch and her nipples were partially in view. More shots and then she lowered it such that her nipples were fully in view. They were partially hard.

She looked down at them and said: "They would get really hard if you kissed them."

She came to me. I kissed and suckled them. She moaned happily. They did get really hard.

So did I. 

She noticed.

I took some more pictures as the dress went lower and lower. Finally she stepped out of it.

I photographed her for another ten minutes. I took an additional sixty shots. She posed well, relaxed and showing great poise. Most of the shots were what I would call extreme glamour. Some however were out and out pornographic. She spread her legs wide for a few and even opened her inner lips. Her vagina was open, a small black pit. She was clearly not a virgin.

She was finding this arousing. She was breathing hard and juicing up. 

Her behind was very photogenic. She was photogenic everywhere: face, hair, back, legs, bosom, belly, mons. Even her vulva was photogenic.

I said: "I think were done."

She threw her arms around me. Ground her body into mine and kissed me passionately.

I found myself holding her and caressing her ass with both hands. She was grinding her mons into my upper thigh and her very ample bosom into my chest. 

She said: "I don't know how to thank you enough."

I replied: "It's quite all right. I enjoyed this too. Would you like to see the pictures?"

She nodded. I took the camera and popped out the memory chip. 

We walked down to my office. As we were going there Joyce came down the hall. Brittany was still nude. I introduced the two of them. I explained that this was Gail's sister. Neither girl seemed to be the least bit bothered by Brittany's lack of attire. 

I plugged the chip into my computer and copied the files in.

Then I ran a slideshow. 

Brittany ooh-ed and ahh-ed at a number of the pictures.

I was also very happy with the results.

I burned her a disk. 

I said: "Please be careful with these. I would rather not develop a reputation for taking X rated pictures."

She hugged me again. She was again grinding her breasts into my chest and her mons into my thigh. She had to be feeling my erection. Then she said: "Are you sure there isn't some way I can repay you? A nice fuck perhaps?"

I replied: "You are very tempting but no. I do not think this would be appropriate." She certainly was tempting, very tempting.

She ran her hand over the bulge in my pants.

She said: "I can show you a very good time. My cunt is already wet."

I shook my head: no.

She looked disappointed and said: "Well OK then." 

She brightened: "If you change your mind you can always call me."

I walked her back to the third office. We chatted about inconsequential things while she dressed, recovered her dress and put it in her suitcase. She lifted a cheerleader's jumper out of her suitcase and said: "Maybe next time." 

She gave me one last hug and kiss as she headed out the door.

I looked at Joyce. She looked at me. We each raised an eyebrow. 

Joyce said: "Pretty girl, awesome body. I suspect she offered it to you."

I said: "How did you know?"

Joyce replied: "I could see the look in her eyes. Besides you are a very handsome man. I know you turned her down. I'm sure you did it gently."

I said: "Sometimes the dead rats come in very attractive packages. Nonetheless I am not an owl."

She said: "You will always be the sacred bird."

Then she said: "After that you deserve a treat. How would you like some fellatio?"

Yvonne again 

It was ten to three. The phone rang. Joyce answered it then buzzed me. It was Yvonne.

She asked: "Are you busy?"

I replied: "Not too busy for you."

She said: "I mean is this a good time to get together?"

I responded: "Sure is."

She replied: "I'm on my way. See you in ten."

We hung up.

It actually took her twelve minutes but who's counting.

The smile on her face when she arrived was nothing short of enchanting.

As soon as we were upstairs she was peeling off her clothes. I did the same.

We came together for a glorious hug. The merging feeling was overwhelming. We just held each other gently for at least a minute, soaking it in, or maybe letting it soak us in.

Then we kissed. Her tongue was trying to touch my tonsils. We ground our bodies together. I continued to develop an erection. I also started to detect her aroma.

I thought: 'A warm and tender body housing a warm and tender soul.'

I asked: "Are you ready for bed?"

She smiled and replied: "Oh yeah."

I continued: "Now the question is which one."

She asked: "What are the choices?"

I proceeded to describe the three beds.

She decided on the damped waterbed.

I took her by the hand and lead her into the second bedroom. We necked then petted on the bed. Eventually we made love.

Making love with Yvonne continued to be magical in a way that totally defied description.

Afterwards we sat and talked.

One thing we talked about was the Halloween party. I explained that it was weird for me in the amount of sexual energy present and the crudity of some of the participants. I explained that the pool parties had largely been skinny-dipping without a significant sexual component. I commented that I thought that complete nudity can be innocent instead of sexual but that sexy dress is inherently sexy and the closer it gets to true nudity without getting there the more intense the sexual signal.

We talked about that for a while.

Then our topics wandered far and wide ending up with my asking: "Would you like to stay overnight some time?"

She replied: "I would love to do that. When?"

I responded: "What works for you? Tomorrow? Saturday?"

We decided on Saturday night. 

We talked about it. One thing was that she wanted to leave at noon on Sunday because she had a big test on Monday to study for.

She asked what she needed to bring. I suggested her toothbrush and her birth control pills.

She laughed. Then she commented: "I like that. You don't know how much I like to be naked with you."

I replied: "I think I have some idea but you will just have to show me."



To be continued



Driving in Snow Ch. 27



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-31 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.



Chapter 27.

Friday morning. 

Joyce and I did it in the Jacuzzi.

Beauty on Campus. 

The college newspaper was sponsoring a beauty contest called "Beauty On Campus." All a girl needed to do to enter was to submit two photographs, a portrait and a full length shot. The fellow running it was in two of Ann's classes. He had been after her to send in some pictures. Finally she decided: "What the heck," and sent in two pictures. 

The portrait was one that I had taken as a portrait during one of our nude shoots. It was a truly stunning photograph, featuring bare shoulders, her beautiful collarbones and an intriguing expression on Ann's face. She managed to look both innocent and very sensual at the same time. Having proper studio lighting and a plain background did not hurt either. The second picture was one of the second dress she bought with her black dress. It was also a wonderful picture.

The paper printed small pictures of all of the entries and the readership voted. Ann made the semi-finals easily. 

Ann really didn't care.

There was a second vote with larger pictures and Ann was one of the six finalists.

She still didn't care.

I happened to visit campus and came across a bulletin board with the BOC pictures. I stood there looking over the entries when a male student came up next to me.

He said: "What do you think?"

I answered: "This is certainly not like my day."

He asked: "Do you have a favorite?"

I replied: "That would have to be Ann." I pointed to her pictures.

He said: "That portrait almost makes you wonder if she was wearing anything."

I replied: "I'll never tell."

He said somewhat sarcastically: "And I suppose you know."

I said: "Actually I do know. You see, I took the photograph."

He said: "Oh."

He then asked: "How did you come to know her?"

I answered: "That is a long story but to cut it short: She literally saved my life. We are now good friends, spiritual compatriots and business partners. We also have many past life ties."

He said: "Oh."

I want back to looking at the pictures.

I said: "Actually I was just wondering if I have given Ann an unfair advantage."

He said: "How so?"

I replied: "We used real studio lighting while all the other pictures were shot with on-camera flash. That makes a real difference."

He asked: "Are you a professional?"

I answered: "No. Just a serious amateur."

He said: "Nonetheless, you do beautiful work."

I responded: "Thank you. I really enjoy taking pictures of pretty girls."

He said: "Maybe I had better introduce myself. I am George Snyder and I am heading up the contest. Would you be willing to photograph the other girls?"

I answered: "I would be happy to."

I gave him my business card. He said that he would call me.

I met Ann for lunch and told her of my conversation with George. She was pleased with the idea of my photographing the other girls.

George did call about three that afternoon. We talked about the contest. He commented that he would love to have bikini pictures but the administration said: 'No way.' He had trouble enough getting the contest approved at all. He had talked to two of the other girls who were both interested as well as Ann who offered to drive either girl over to 3i.

Kim poses. 

About four Ann arrived with Kim. Kim was a classic oriental beauty. Five foot six with black hair almost to her waist. Medium breasts. Medium build. Beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a white dress with a scoop neckline and a skirt that stopped just above her knees. She brought a small suitcase and a make up case.

I gave Ann a nice hug. 

We moved to the studio. Kim was impressed by the photographs on the walls along the way. 

She asked: "Where can I put on my makeup?"

I answered, pointing to the bathroom door: "In the bathroom but I would like to take a few shots before you do that."

She said: "OK."

I took a few, she was tense and it showed.

I told a few jokes, mostly really bad puns. She laughed.

She relaxed somewhat.

I took more shots. Some were portraits others were full length. A few were over the shoulder.

The more I took the more she relaxed.

Then she went to work on her makeup.

Ann and I went to our office and did a little work.

Kim spent about twenty minutes primping.

She called: "I'm ready."

When I saw her I whistled and said: "Very nice."

She smiled.

I took a number of portraits, then some full length shots. I also took some seated.

At one point I asked her about her ancestry. She explained that she was three eighths Japanese, three eighths Chinese, one eighth Thai and one eighth Irish.

I commented: "And eight eighths beautiful."

She blushed and smiled sheepishly.

I continued to click away.

We reached a stopping point.

She said: "I brought another dress."

I said: "You can change across the hall."

She returned quickly wearing a beautiful silk dress. It was high necked and went almost to her ankles but was slit up one side almost to her hip, dark blue illustrated with a fine oriental scene.

I said: "Wow."

She smiled.

I took about twenty shots. She was showing a definite panty line and her bra was also quite obvious.

I pointed this out to her and asked her if she would be comfortable removing them.

She went across the hall and returned quickly. 

The dress was very sexy.

I took about thirty more shots: standing , seated in a chair and seated on a stool. Then we tried a few on the Roman couch. Most showed a lot of leg, a very beautiful leg.

She was having fun and so was I.

I asked: "Are you ready to see what we got?"

She nodded.

We went to my office and I set up a slideshow. Ann watched too.

She was really pleased with the results. She did notice, however, a panty line with some of the shots of the first dress.

I was not pleased. I didn't think I was doing her hair justice.

I asked: "I would like to brush your hair and take some more. Would you be happy with that?"

She smiled and replied: "OK."

I brushed her hair for about fifteen minutes.

We talked while I brushed. I asked her about her love life. She said that she dated regularly in high school but never found 'the right guy.' She said that she was her senior prom queen and that her date had tried to touch her breast and was slapped for his trouble. She said that she ended up with a group of male friends who were just that: friends. A similar pattern was emerging here in college. She said that she did not drink and found drinking to be a total turn off.

She asked about the candles on the ladder. I said that I took a number of pictures by candlelight. She thought that that could be beautiful. She asked if I would take some of her that way. I said yes but we needed it to be totally dark outside. 

She said: "Will you show me some?"

I answered: "I will need to get the model's permission first."

She asked: "Why?"

I replied: "Because they are nudes. I do not embarrass my models by showing their pictures without their specific OK."

She asked: "How many girls have posed nude for you?"

I had to think for a few seconds: "Eighteen I think, no nineteen. Only two oiled by candlelight however. I can tell you that those are truly beautiful. I would like to do more of them."

She asked: "Oiled?"

I replied: "Covered in oil so their skin reflects the candlelight. It really highlights subtle curves in the model's body. Some of the pictures are almost abstracts."

She said: "That does sound very beautiful."

Then she asked: "What would you think of photographing me by candlelight in a silk dress?"

I replied: "I would love to, although I'm not sure how well this one would work. I suspect that a lighter color would give better results."

She said: "I have more silk dresses but they are at home. I will bring them back at Thanksgiving. I think you will like them."

I said: "Sounds good to me."

She said: "I have to ask: How in the world did you get nineteen girls to pose nude for you?"

I replied: "The first five were all soul mates that I had made love with. They suggested it. I have a waterproof camera and the next one started with a bathing suit accident in our swimming pool. We have a slide and she came down head first and lost her bottoms. That set a precedent for her."

She asked: "You have a pool? Where is it?"

I answered: "It's in the woods next door."

She said: "Oh... Please continue."

I did: "The next girl is a friend of Ann's who had a really bad experience in high school: She was drugged and almost date raped by a boy she loved and thought loved her. I helped her turn her life around and she ended up seducing me. Most of the rest began in the pool also. A bunch of girls from Ann's dorm ended up having pool parties in our pool. These ended up skinny-dipping and I took pictures. Things just progressed from there. The interesting part of the skinny-dipping was that it stayed totally non-sexual."

When I finished her hair was glistening. 

I took another thirty pictures, many over the shoulder. We posed her hair in a number of different ways.

I continued the slideshow.

Then I asked: "Which ones do you want to send to the paper? George says six portraits and six full body."

She had trouble narrowing the full length shots to six but we finally did. She was not as happy with the portraits however.

She said: "I don't have anything strapless. I wish I had a picture or two to compete with Ann's portrait."

I suggested: "Go back to your other dress and slide the straps down your arms."

She said: "Will that really work?"

I replied: "We can only try. Or you can always pose topless."

She said: "I couldn't do that." 

She went and changed. She left her underwear off.

She slid the straps down her arms. I took several portraits. The dress wanted to slip lower. She was tense and it showed.

I said: "Relax."

She wasn't.

I said: "Turn around."

She did and I rubbed her shoulders and upper back for several minutes.

Then we tried again. Much better results.

The dress slipped lower freeing a breast. Her nipple and areola were dark red and medium size. 

She blushed and hurriedly pulled it back up.

She said: "I was afraid that would happen."

I replied: "It is really no big deal."

She pulled her hair to her front covering both breasts.

I said: "May I take a shot like that."

She nodded. I did. She let the straps fall further down her arms. Her breasts were free but covered by her hair. I took several more shots. She pulled her dress back up.

I took more pictures. This dress also looked better without underwear.

She asked: " I want to ask you. You say one girl seduced you. Have you fucked any of the other girls who posed for you?"

I thought: 'You are forgetting about my five soul mates.'

I replied: "No I would not use that word but I have made love with about half of them. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call our actions 'Sharing the sacred flame,' making love as a spiritual practice. Generally, we made love before the photography."

She asked: "How do you distinguish?"

I answered: "I see fucking as having sex primarily for the sensations or for other ego based reasons. I see sharing the sacred flame as making love between souls, reaching out to touch the best in your partner with the best in yourself. In several cases there were psychic side effects."

She asked: "Are you saying that you love multiple girls at once or is it something short lived and sequential?"

I replied: "It is very long lived. Loving as soul tends to be both unconditional and universal. In fact it often transcends a single lifetime."

She responded: "Reincarnation?"

I answered: "Yes. I have found that we travel in groups and we find each other. The more spiritually connected we become the more central love becomes. The more central it becomes the more universal it is. One of my partners causes me to be able to transmit loving energy and I broadcast it to every girl in my life, all the way back to grade school." 

She asked: "What is it like to receive loving energy?"

I answered: "They generally tell me it is feeling incredibly loved. Ann once said it was 'getting a huge hug from the entire universe.' The first time it happened I received thank you emails from girls I hadn't seen in fifty years. I need to point out that this is something that, as personality, I watch happening rather than control. It comes through me from a high place. When this started and to this day, I wonder if this is doing a disservice to some of these ladies. Yes I still love them but that generally means wanting them to have happy and spiritually successful lives."

She asked: "Spiritually successful lives?"

I replied: "Yes. Before we manifest as human we, as soul, make an agreement with the universe to accomplish certain things. A spiritually successful life is one where we complete the mission we have set for ourselves."

She said: "You certainly have some interesting views."

I ssid: "I have written some essays on my spiritual views, including one called: 'Is Sacred Sex Possible.' I will give you copies if you like."

She said: "Yes, thank you. I would like that very much."

Then she dropped the straps off her shoulders again and I got some really good portraits. This included several where she looked incredibly sultry.

I asked her: "What changed?"

She said: "I decided that you are safe."

The dress slipped free of her breasts. She did not pull it back up.

She looked at me quizzically. Then she said: "Are you going to take a picture, or not?"

I said: "Do you want me to?"

She nodded. I took two. One showing her breasts and one with a hint of her cleavage on up. She had a slightly dreamy expression in both.

I did another slideshow and she chose her pictures. I emailed her selections to George. The shots that went to George included the very last shot.

I put all of her pictures on a disk together with the essays I had promised her.

I ended up hugging both Ann and Kim. Nice spiritual energy with Kim.

After hugging Kim I apparently had an odd expression on my face. Kim noticed.

She asked: "Why the wistful look?"

I answered: "I was just thinking that I didn't hug you in your silk dress and how neat that would be.

She replied: "I can change back into it."

I said: "No, it will be something for me to look forward to."

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Ann drove her back to campus. On the way Kim asked Ann: "I hope you don't think I'm prying but I am very curious: Are you and Matt lovers?"

Ann answered: "Yes we are and have been in many past lives."

The conversation continued. When Ann reached the dorm parking lot she parked the car and the two continued talking for another half hour.

They talked about many things including what it is like to receive loving energy from Matt.

Kim commented that her roommate Doreen was also a finalist.

Friday evening .

Ann filled me in about the goings on with Jan and Ron. It seems that they decided to take advantage of Ann's absence Wednesday night. They started out necking on Janet's bed. The room lights were off. Illumination came from the outside lights and occasional flashes of lightning off in the distance. Activities progressed to light petting. At first it was through her clothing but eventually Jan's top and bra ended up on the floor next to the bed. Ron was overjoyed. So was Jan. 

They fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning Ron was full of apologies but Jan told him not to worry about it. Janet told Ann that she felt that a precedent had been set and sex would soon follow. Jan wanted to know when Ann planned to sleep at 3i next. Ann told her that she didn't usually plan that far ahead.

When we had decided that we would stay the night, Ann called Janet to let her know. Ann said you could hear the joy in Jan's voice at the news.

Ann chose additional photographs and emailed them off to George. One of the full length shots was Ann in her strapless black dress. It was beautiful and we felt that would reduce the speculation about her bare shoulder portrait.

Kim called and asked if Doreen could come for photographs sometime this weekend. I suggested Sunday afternoon. I said that tentatively I would pick her up at two but would call if plans changed.

Later Kim called again. She explained that Doreen was very shy but wanted to be outgoing and somehow didn't know how. She said that she loved to buy very sexy clothing but was somehow afraid to actually wear any.

I asked: "How did she end up in the BOC contest?"

Kim answered: "I talked her into it. I'm sure she entered assuming that she would not go anywhere and by doing so it would get me to stop bugging her about it. She was shocked when she made the semifinals and being a finalist is really working her mind over."

I said: "Just maybe this is just what she needs."

Kim replied: "I think so. She is really a sweet girl."

I said: "I am looking forward to meeting her."

I asked her if she was taking birth control pills. She said no. I suggested that she start. I suggested that all of the finalists start. 

We chatted for a few more minutes.

I told Ann about our conversation. She said: "I know you will do good by her."

Ann and I used the conventional Mattress. We only made love once that night. Somehow that was enough. I really, really love Ann.

Afterwards we had an interesting telepathic sharing. It included Kim. I got the feeling that Kim was really innocent in a naive sort of way.

Yvonne overnight 

Yvonne walked over Saturday afternoon. I had been expecting her to call for a ride. 

We had the place to ourselves.

We cuddled and chatted, nude, for several hours. Then we made love in the undamped waterbed. She thought that was great fun. Yvonne is easy to bring to orgasm and she really appreciates them. Life is good.

The feeling of oneness, of merging, was as strong as ever. 

She was one happy girl, I was one happy guy.

We talked about our past life history. We had a feeling as to who she had been. The idea of having been white ever, far less repeatedly, was somewhat mind boggling to her. Being oriental intrigued her.

We cuddled as well as talked for several more hours. Necking occasionally. Petting only once in a while. She is also easy to bring to orgasm manually.

We fixed dinner together and then moved to the studio. 

We worked on oiled shots by candlelight for almost three hours. We were taking them, viewing them and taking more. The results were nothing short of awesome. She would get very aroused by my applying oil. There were times when every inch of her skin was an erogenous zone. That energy appeared in many of the pictures.




Driving in Snow Ch. 27



She loved hugging while oiled and she loved our shower together.

We went to bed in the damped waterbed. We had one candle burning on the night table. We started off astride. She really liked that. She was not swiveling her hips like Barb or Janet but it was still wonderful. We both had powerful orgasms. Afterward we cuddled and necked gently. We went to sleep demonstrating how two people could sleep in the space of one.

I woke up about three with a full bladder. She was sleeping half on top of me. I gently moved her aside and headed for the bathroom. When I returned she was awake.

She said: "Shall we do it again?"

I said yes. We did. She had two orgasms before we had another together. I fell asleep still inside her.

Eventually we spooned.

We woke up at dawn. We necked and petted for a while, then we did it doggy style. About half an hour later we got up for breakfast. We had pancakes with genuine maple syrup. She thought that eating breakfast nude was neat. I had to agree.

When we had finished cleaning up the kitchen she spread her legs slightly and bent over, supporting her upper body on a counter. I entered her from behind. I started by holding her breasts but later shifted to holding her hips as I pounded away. She climaxed quickly, her vagina squeezing me to mine.

We took a long soak in the Jacuzzi. We petted playfully.

We went back to bed and made love yet again. This time the feeling of merging was overpowering. 

We were lazy for a while, then we had lunch.

She said: "This has been the best day of my life. Thank you so much."

I replied: "You are very welcome. We will have to do it again sometime."

We dressed and I drove her back to campus. She did have some homework to finish and a test to study for.

Doreen poses. 

I picked up Doreen at two. Kim came along. Doreen had a suitcase while Kim brought her makeup case. I decided that Doreen is the quintessence of cute: Curly blonde hair and a small upturned nose. Five foot five.

When we got to 3i and had removed our coats, I got a better look at her. She had a narrow waist, flat tummy and a medium large bosom. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap dress that went to mid thigh. She was showing significant cleavage. 

Kim held her arms open for a hug. We hugged deliciously and Doreen looked envious. I held my arms open for Doreen. We hugged too but Doreen was sort of holding back. I did not push it.

I took a number of portraits and some full length shots as well. She had a truly endearing smile when I could coax one out of her.

We paused so that Kim could work on her makeup.

While Kim worked she asked me a number of questions about my sacred sex essay. We had a neat discussion and Doreen was soaking it all up like a proverbial sponge.

Finally Doreen asked: "How do you make sacred sex happen?"

I answered: "It isn't so much making it happen as allowing it to happen, adopting a worldview where it just flows."

Doreen replied: "What do you mean?"

I said: "It is about understanding just who you really are: That you are more than flesh and bone. You are first and foremost a spiritual being, knowing that your partner is also a spiritual being and honoring both. This is not taking this idea on faith, it is instead becoming aware of it through the experience of life. It is easy to see the profanities of life and get caught up in them until we think that is all there is but if we pay attention we find the sacred parts as well and those can become so important, so central, that the profane just falls away."

I continued: "One key is to watch for synchronicities in the events going on around you. Your being here is a result of a synchronistic event. I was on campus Friday and I was looking at the bulletin board with your pictures as a young man happened to walk by. He stopped and asked me what I thought. The young man was George Snyder. We got into a discussion and it developed in a way that opened up the possibility we are now experiencing. Was this just a coincidence, a lucky accident - I don't think so."

I then explained how I came to meet the Wells family and how we discovered that we had strong past life ties. I went on talking about how many of our life stories are spread across more then one lifetime and how the key players will show up as needed but often in very different costumes.

Kim asked: "Costumes?"

I replied: "Sexes, races, relative ages, personalities and so on. All the different ways people can 'be' that impact how we relate to each other."

Doreen asked: "Are there other things we can do to try and find out what is really going on?"

I answered: "Yes, starting with meditation."

I went on to explain some of the numerous benefits of meditation and some of the techniques.

We went back to photography. Doreen can be really cute and many of the pictures caught that. She slipped the straps of her dress down for some of them.

She changed into a little black dress. This one was strapless, had a low back, and ended high on her thighs. I took a goodly number of great pictures. 

She then changed into another little black dress. This one did have straps which tied behind her neck and a plunging neckline showing the sides of her breasts. The back was open to the waist. The bottom ended millimeters below her ass. She was wearing black thong style panties. She was occasionally showing them. Still more pictures. I suspected the George would not be allowed to use most of those however.

She changed into a sweater dress which ended at mid thigh. It started off relatively sedately but she adjusted the top until she was almost showing nipples.

Then she changed into a really interesting dress. This one covered her shoulders and went to mid calf but it was closed in front by a single large button just below her navel. Thus it had a V neck going to her navel and a front slit skirt going to her mons. There was enough overlap at the button that both her navel and her mons were generally covered.

I got some very interesting photos but I was careful that they were not too exposing.

We did a slideshow and Doreen and Kim had some real discussions about which to give to George. We finally agreed and I sent them off. I also made a disk for Doreen.

Then we sat and talked for over an hour. Mostly we discussed the spiritual side of love and loving. Kim told Doreen that she should copy the material I had given her.

We shared two very nice hugs before I drove the girls back to school.

We discussed the spiritual side of nudity during the drive.

Monday morning. 

We did it with Joyce bent over the back of the sofa.

Later Ann came over and filled me in on the lovebirds Friday night. Apparently Janet explained her entire sexual history to Ron, going into great detail. She even talked about planning to become a party girl and how that turned around. She also told him about our overnight. Ron was OK with all of it except that he wanted to beat Bobby to a bloody pulp. 

They ended up heavy petting and Janet performed fellatio on Ron. She swallowed. Jan said that they both had really nice orgasms. They slept together skin on skin. Janet was very happy. They decided that next time they would make love.

A girl named Lisa called and explained that she was one of the BOC girls. She asked if and when she could pose. I suggested that afternoon if she was free. It turned out she was free after two. I offered to pick her up. We agreed to meet in her dorm parking lot at two thirty. That would give her time to do her hair and pack some dresses.

Shortly after that call another BOC girl called. This was Brenda. She asked if noon would be OK and I said yes. I offered to pick her up but she said she would just walk over.

Brenda poses. 

She was right on time. I welcomed her to 3i and lead her back to the studio. She was about five foot five with short blonde hair, big blue eyes and a knockout smile. She had a large purse with her but that was all. 

She removed her coat to display a beautiful strapless 'little black dress.' she had a nice figure and an amazing bosom. The dress came about a quarter of the way down her thighs. She was wearing light colored hose and black boots that came almost to her knees.

The word buxom seemed to be coined just for her and her dress showed that off perfectly. She was not actually showing that much but somehow one had the idea that the dress was offering you her breasts. 

She reached into her purse and dug out a pair of high heels. She sat, unzipped her boots and changed into her heels. In the process I observed that she was not wearing panties under her pantyhose.

We went to work. She was relaxed right from the start. Her smile was bright and cheerful, downright engaging. 

She danced. I shot picture after picture. 

Her smile went from winsome to wanton and back.

I took some pictures from my ladder. She liked that. 

She was having fun and it showed.

We took some barefoot.

We took some others with her wearing her boots.

I took some extreme close ups of her eyes. They seemed to sparkle when I did.

I kook a few of her mouth also. She seemed eminently kissable.

I told her so.

She laughed. Then she kissed me.

Then we hugged. She was beaming.

We went to my office and I ran a slideshow. 

She said: "Ooh, I love these. No one has ever taken as nice pictures of me before. Thank you."

She kissed me again.

We had a hard time choosing which ones to send to George.

I commented that several seemed to show the illusion of the dress offering up her breasts.

She blushed when I said that but included one in the ones going to George.

After we finally chose the pictures and I sent them off I copied the collection to a disk for her.

She said: "Does this dress really seem to be offering up my breasts?"

I replied: "Yes but I can't tell you why. There seems to be an almost religious flavor to it but it is not at all as you being a supplicant. It is almost the opposite. It is offering your breasts for them to be worshiped."

She pulled her breasts out of her dress and held them out to me. Bright pink nipples.

I said: "Oh my."

Then I bent down and kissed them.

She sighed.

I said; "Very beautiful. Worthy of worship."

She pulled her dress back up. Still smiling broadly.

She said: "Thank you again."

I answered: "You're welcome. This shoot was fun for me."

She held her arms open for a hug. We shared a really nice hug.

I said: "You are my kind of girl. One who really likes hugs."

She kissed me softly, gently. It was not a sexy kiss but it was a loving kiss.

We hugged again. She rested her head against my chest and held me tight. I caressed her back. There was a great deal of Chi flow.

We broke apart.

She said: "I need to get back for class but would you like me to pose for you again?"

I replied: "I would like that very much." She smiled.

I gave her a ride to campus.

On the drive back I thought about her. I did not feel any strong desire to bed her but I really wanted to share a nude hug with her.

Lisa poses. 

I met her right on time. She was tall and thin. She had dark brown hair done up in a very nice fashion. When we arrived at 3i she removed her coat to reveal a white dress with a fairly low neckline supported by thin straps set wide. The dress went to mid thigh. She was wearing dark hose and high heels which emphasized her beautiful legs. She had an interesting figure with prominent hip bones and mons.

We went to work. She was a beautiful girl but I had a time coaxing even a little smile out of her.

We stopped and talked.

I asked her about her life. The conversation went far and wide. She basically felt that life was meaningless, free will an illusion, happiness also an illusion and that all effort to find happiness was ultimately futile. 

I said: "Yes, the Buddha is right: Life is suffering but that is not the end of it by any means. First it is not about finding happiness as much as it is creating it. Creating happiness is in many ways being open to the possibility and thus allowing it to find you."

She said: "But the universe is deterministic. LaPlace proved it. We are just automatons playing out our parts in a mindless and meaningless game."

I said: "LaPlace based his proof in what is now obsolete science. His argument was that in theory you could measure the position and momentum of every particle in the universe with complete accuracy and given those measurements calculate all of their future interactions therefore everything was already predetermined. The Heisenberg uncertainty principle knocks out his argument. You cannot even in theory make the necessary measurement to an accuracy greater than Plank's constant. Plank's constant is a very small number so things like baseballs and artillery shells appear to have actual trajectories. The same cannot be said for photons, electrons or even individual atoms. Determinism is dead and materialism is on its way out too. It is much more plausible that consciousness in some form is the basis of the universe. I see this is not as an argument for the traditional God of the standard religions but for a very abstract form instead. Life is likely central to the universe, not some minor side effect."

She said: "Oh."

I continued: "Likewise love, as a friend of mine likes to say, is far more than the action of chocolate like molecules on the brain."

I keep a bottle of chocolate kisses sitting on the bookcase where I store my lenses. I opened it and extracted one. 

I presented it to her saying: "Nonetheless..."

For the first time she smiled broadly. Then I gave her a hug. My kind of hug.

She smiled even more broadly.

I suggested that she read books and papers by Amit Goswami, Nick Herbert and Henry Stapp.

I then said: "I have found a really well written paper in a very odd place: An essay titled: 'The Truth About Life After Death.' I will send you the link."

We went back to photography. I got some great pictures. 

She was having fun.

She opened her suitcase and extracted a little black dress. 

She went across the hall and changed. This dress was spectacular. This dress was strapless and managed to show a very nice cleavage even though her breasts were on the small side. The dress ended an inch below her ass. Her legs were long and this dress made them look even longer. She had a small matching purse to go with the dress.

At one point she dropped her purse and bent down to retrieve it. This gave me a beautiful view of her pussy through the open crotch of her pantyhose. I did not take a picture although I was tempted.

Shortly after this she said: "What do you think about some pictures without my pantyhose?"

I said: "Sounds good to me."

She set her purse on the stool we had been using and kicked her shoes off.

She said: "Turn around."

I did.

Not more than fifteen seconds later she said: "OK."

I turned around to see her drop her panty hose into her suitcase.

She proceeded to knock her purse onto the floor. She gave me an even better view of her pussy as she bent to pick it up.

I took about thirty more shots. Some were barefoot and some were with her heels. Wonderful legs.

We had to work to keep from showing either her pussy or her ass.

I asked: "Would you mind if I took a few for my private collection?"

She asked: "What do you mean?"

I replied: "May I take a few where we are not so careful with the bottom of your dress?"

She gave me a lecherous grin and said: "OK."

I took a few and then suggested we stop. She wanted me to take more.

She was clearly enjoying herself.

I ended up taking another fifty. She even bent over for a few. She also adjusted the top of her dress, first almost to her nipples then finally she was showing them. Her nipples were medium brown.

She said: "I never saw myself as an exhibitionist before but this is fun. You make me feel all warm inside. I like how you look at my body."

I replied: "It is a beautiful body, a very beautiful body."

We hugged again. I couldn't help myself: I caressed her ass. Her response was to kiss me.

She said: "Let me show you what else I brought."

She opened her suitcase and showed me three more very sexy dresses plus a short skirt and two different tops. One of the dresses was cream colored satin. 

I said: "Oh my."

She said: "Do you want to see me in it?"

I answered: "For sure."

She said: "Turn around."

I did. It took her longer than last time.

She said: "OK"

The satin dress was every bit as spectacular as the little black dress but in a totally different way. This was a long dress with long sleeves and a V neck that left the tops of the shoulders open. The back was open to the beginning of the curve to her ass and about half of her flanks. It was held up by being clasped at the back of her neck. This dress really showed off her nipples and also her prominent hip bones and mons.

She said: "You like?"

I replied: "Oh yeah."

We hugged. I ran my hands up and down her back enjoying the feel of it. She pressed herself into me. Her hip bones encircled mine while her mons said: 'Hi there.'

Then she kissed me. I kissed her back. I held her tight with one hand while the other caressed her ass. There is something extra special about caressing a girl's ass through satin.

We were both becoming aroused.

The intercom beeped. Joyce told me I had a call. It was an important client.

I said: "Darn." I thought: 'Synchronistic guidance telling me to keep my pants on.'

I went and took the call. It lasted about five minutes. She stood in the doorway to my office with a slight smile on her face.

I said: "Let's get some pictures."

All told I took about fifty more.

She wore her heels part of the time and was barefoot for the rest.

Beautiful girl, beautiful dress, marvelous photos.

She went across the hall to change.

She called: "Matt, help me. I can't get this clasp open."

I went to her. She turned her back and pointed to the back of her neck.

It took some doing but I got the clasp open. The top fell loose, the outsides being held up by being attached to the sleeves.

I had the strongest urge to kiss her neck while running my hands under the sides of her dress to caress her bosom. I didn't.

She turned and faced me. The inner part of her top was dangling open showing me most of each breast.

I went across the hall to wait for her.

She returned wearing a yellow summer dress. It was strapless, held up by elastic at the very top, otherwise it was loose around her body. The fabric was very thin. She was barefoot.

I took about thirty shots. We tried some with backlighting. That effect was very interesting. Her body was visible in silhouette.

She changed into flats.

We went and I ran a slideshow. We chose the pictures to send to George and I sent them off.

I asked her if she wanted a disk with her pictures. She said that she had a flash drive with her. We copied her pictures onto it along with some of my and Ann's writings.

We wandered back to the studio.

She packed all her spare clothes into her suitcase. She was still in the yellow dress.

I said: "Will you come back again for more pictures?"

She said: "I would very much like to. More discussion of the nature of things too."

She hugged me. I found the hug delightful. The dress almost made touching her like touching bare skin.

Then we shared a short kiss.

I drove her back. On the way I gave her a five minute synopses of my worldview. 

Then I want back to work.

I got some feedback from George. Lisa told him that I was 'a neat guy.'

George told me that all the pictures were up on the paper's website.

The last of the BOC girls was named Kathy. I never heard anything from her.




Driving in Snow Ch. 27



I checked the website. Kathy's pictures were of significantly lower quality than the others although I suspected she was just as pretty. Six truly beautiful girls. I would have a hard time picking a winner.

The essay titled: 'The Truth About Life After Death' is posted on the Literotica website by Oneiria ."

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 28



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-33 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2015.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 28.

Tuesday morning. 

Joyce wanted me to take her on her desk. I thought that was a little too exposed, being visible from the front door and all. We compromised and used my desk.

Later that morning Joyce contacted Frank, a high school friend who had a pick up truck with a plow and a snow blower and arranged for him to plow 3i out as needed. Later in the day they met and added some posts at the edges of the parking lot as markers. She also arranged to get the road to the pool paved.

Yvonne still again. 

The girls did not need to work on this lab together so Yvonne walked over to 3i while Ann went to the library.

This time we used the conventional Mattress. Yvonne had an absolutely mind blowing orgasm. Afterwards we cuddled and gently kissed for about half an hour.

Then she talked about a big change in her life. She found that race was no longer an important issue to her. She thanked me for that.

She said: "I have found that as soon as I forget that I am black, really forget, those around me forget it too. I have gotten close to several girls in my dorm and a number of classmates. I am starting to feel like they see me as just another student. It is really neat."

We talked about that for a while.

She said: "One thing I can't figure out. I don't think that I am behaving any differently yet the people around me are acting so differently and the change has been very fast. I would have thought it would take months but it seems to be happening in days."

I said: "Your vibration has changed and people notice. Not consciously usually but they do notice."

She said: "Another funny part of this is that my uncle has been telling me for years that: 'As soon as you forget you are black others will too.' I never really believed it before."

Our conversation continued. 

We hugged again. Still great union. 

Then we dressed and I drove her back to school.

Ron and Jan dinner. 

We invited Ron and Jan to a late dinner . We had roast beef. It was a wonderful meal with wonderful conversation. 

Some of it was about general spirituality and some was a discussion about the nature of love.

Both of them were really happy. They would look at each other in an incredibly lovingly manner, both ways. They would often touch hands. It was a joy to watch.

At the end of the meal we loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and moved into the living room.

It was dark outside.

As we were about to sit down on the sofa Janet said: "Why don't we soak in the hot tub?"

I nodded. Ann said: "Sure." 

Ron looked panicked. He looked at me pleadingly and gestured with his head in the direction of the dining room. We walked that way.

As we walked I wondered if Ann had put Jan up to suggesting this.

He said softly: "We go in the hot tub nude, don't we?"

I said: "Yes."

He said: "I'd get an erection."

I said: "So. I might too. Look, has Janet seen your penis?"

He blushed slightly and answered: "Yes."

I asked: "Was she OK with it?"

He answered: "Yes."

I asked: "Have you seen Jan nude?"

He smiled slightly at the memory and said: "Yes."

I then said: "I know Ann, she sees mine regularly, seeing your penis, erect or not, would not upset her. Likewise I am OK with all of us nude together."

He asked: "Really?"

I replied: "Yep."

The girls were looking at us. Chuckling slightly.

Ron noticed.

I said: "The girls are obviously OK with this."

Ron looked slightly dejected then he said: "OK... I guess."

I said: "Remember - You are with friends."

He smiled.

I looked at the girls and said: "OK lets go."

We put on our coats.

I grabbed a flashlight for each of us and we took the elevator down.

We walked to the pool/hot tub area.

I turned on both underwater lights in the pool and both banks of heat lamps. Then I flipped off the spa cover and turned on the pumps.

Ron looked at the spa and said: "Neat."

We undressed. Ron was still feeling somewhat shy, particularly with respect to Ann.

Ann looked at Ron and said: "Ron, don't worry, it's OK, really."

He smiled back. It looked somewhat forced.

We were soon all nude. Ron had a full erection. I did not. 

Ron looked Ann up and down. He blushed a bit as he did so. She smiled slightly.

The others climbed into the tub.

I turned off the white light in the pool and changed the LED lights to sequential color mode.

Then I turned off the heat lamps and made a dash into the tub.

Jan's nipples were out of the water. They would stay fully erect the whole time.

Ann's were just underwater. 

Ron relaxed as soon as he was in the swirling water.

Jan leaned over and kissed Ron.

We continued the conversation we had been having over dinner.

Ann suggested that we try different seats. When Ron stood we saw that his erection had subsided.

Our conversation continued. It was clear that Ron was now totally relaxed in this environment. He was having fun.

We stayed in the hot tub about half an hour.

I exited the tub first and turned on the heat lamps.

Ron and I toweled off Jan and Ann respectively. Then the girls toweled us off. Many kisses were exchanged in the process. Ron appeared to remain comfortable even though his erection returned. He was giving Ann a thorough looking over as well as Jan. We dressed and returned to the apartment.

I asked Ron as we sat down on the sofa: "Well what do you think?"

Ron replied: "That was awesome."

Ann asked: "Do you want to do it again some time?"

Ron smiled and said: "Certainly."

Ann said: "There were some free seats. Should we invite a few more girls, say Joan, Ruth, Robin and Ellen?"

Ron blushed and replied: "Well I don't know about that. I am busy with just Janet."

Janet interjected: "Just?" She tried to look insulted but did not succeed, her grin kept coming through.

Ron smoothly replied: "As in: You are all I need."

They both smiled. Then they kissed softly. 

Ann said: "Don't worry Ron. I would want your OK before I did that to you."

We talked for another hour. Jan and Ron held hands the entire time.

Ann drove them back to the dorm in the Miata. On the way Ann confided to them that Ron was only the second man to see her nude. Ron replied that she was the second girl that he had seen nude. Ann laughed and said: "I thought so."

I later asked Ann if she put Jan up to it. Ann said that she merely suggested the possibility and Janet grabbed it and ran with it.

Wednesday morning. 

Joyce and I were back in the hot tub.

Janet: A new level. 

We stayed dressed. We spent most of the hour sitting on the sofa, silently cuddling. Quietly affirming a special love. In some ways it was a meditation. At the end we stood and hugged. We were merging.

We held it for about five minutes.

We were sending love. It was not nearly as strong as with Barbara and I but it was definitely happening. This time the list included a male. Ron was receiving love too.

Afterwards Jan said: "I feel like there was only one of us." I shared the feeling. 

Jan asked a favor: "Can Ron and I spend the night here at 3i?"

I said: "Yes. When?"

Jan said: "Let me talk with Ron."

Hot Tub 2. 

Joan, Ellen, Linda, Robin and Ann arrived at three. We moved to the hot tub. The air temperature was cold. The two banks of heat lamps made the changing area quite pleasant and everybody loved the water. We stayed in the tub about one half hour and then adjourned to the living room sofa. We stayed dressed. Jan and Candy joined us at four. Candy suggested that we undress. We did. Everyone was very comfortable. The session broke up about five.

The girls decided that it was getting cold for the hot tub and that being late in the semester that we would postpone these gatherings until the spring.

Ann drove everybody but Joan back in the SUV.

Joan again. 

Joan asked: "How come you stay limp when you are with all of us nude but now that you are with just me you are fully hard?"

I answered: "Just lucky I guess. Actually I think my body is responding to an expectation of sex."

I reached out and caressed a fully erect nipple. Then I ran my hand down her body to touch a very juicy mound.

She said: "Me too."

We shared a long and very sloppy kiss along with a very erotic hug.

I was caressing her ass. At one point I touched her anus. She hissed in pleasure. 

She whispered: "I like that."

So I did it some more. Then I moistened a finger in her vagina and popped it into her ass.

She went crazy. Screaming: "YES, Yes... Oh God yes, yes yes yes."

Then she clawed my back again.

We stopped.

I said: "Girl you are getting dangerous."

She replied in a little girl voice: "I'm sorry."

Fortunately it was not nearly as bad as last week. Hardly any blood at all.

I went to our first aid supplies. Three simple band aids were sufficient.

She was very apologetic.

We kissed gently.

Then we moved to the conventional mattress together. We necked and petted for a while and then I had her ride me astride.

She laughed when I suggested astride: "Keeping my hands away from your back."

I replied with a laugh too and said: "It's probably safest."

She really loved the astride position.

Thursday morning. 

Joyce was disappointed. Ann and I used the undamped waterbed. Joyce made it up at four. We used the regular Mattress.

Shortly afterwards a crew arrived and paved the road to the pool.

Lisa email. 

I received an email from Lisa with a number of questions about the nature of the universe. I responded with what I hoped were thoughtful answers. This was the start of an ongoing email dialog. She asks good questions.

Thursday noon. 

Ann and I allowed the lovebirds the use of the apartment Thursday night. Jan came over for a shave. I suggested that she have Ron do it. She said that I do an excellent job and she wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. I acquiesced. 

I found myself thinking as I shaved her: 'Ron is a very lucky man.'

I found myself in a funny sort of nostalgia as I shaved a pussy, no that is not right, a yoni that I used to enjoy but never would again. I found myself being extra thorough as I rubbed in the massage oil to complete the process. By the time I finished it very much was a yoni, a sacred spot, her sacred spot but then again all of her was sacred.

She kissed me. It was a thank you kiss.

I found myself being very grateful that Janet had been in my life at all. Ron is indeed a fortunate man.

Jan and Ron Overnight. 

Ann brought them over right after dinner. Ron could not have been more thrilled. He thanked us profusely. At Jan's suggestion they would use the conventional mattress. When Jan said that I knew she would be riding Ron astride. I wondered if there would be any psychic effects.

Friday morning. 

Ann showed up to drive Jan and Ron back to campus. The two looked tired but very happy. They thanked us again and again. 

Joyce and I used the damped waterbed. Joyce had more intense orgasms than usual.

Later in the morning Ron called to thank me still again. He thanked me not only for the use of a big bed but also for making Janet who she now was. 

I said: "Who she is now was always who she was. She was just very hurt and very confused for a while. Treat her well Ron. You have a rare catch there."

He said: "I know and I will. Thank you also for teaching her about sex."

I replied: "I'll tell you a secret. She does not have that much experience but she definitely has a great deal of natural talent."

We both laughed.

Then I said: "Seriously however: Make your relationship a spiritual partnership and keep it one. You both deserve that. Allow your lovemaking to be sacred and keep it that way also."

Saturday morning .

Ann and I spent the whole morning in bed. Ann is easy to love: spiritually, mentally and physically. Our first lovemaking was quick for great was our need. Our second was slow and oh so loving. The third was exquisite, celebrating the depth of our love. 

Florida? 

Fil and I spent part of Sunday discussing going to Florida. 

I was very busy with 3i, not to mention the girls.

Ann may be running flat out with work and school but she was still managing to spend a significant amount of time with Fil. 

Fil was also doing a lot of painting. She could paint anywhere.

We realized that we had been losing contact with most of our Florida friends and had been building a new group of friends here. Likewise heavy Florida traffic and opressive humidity left a great deal to be desired.

We ended up deciding not to decide. We might or might not go to Florida during the college winter break but not before. Another possibility that we had on the table was that Fil would fly to Florida on her own to visit the kids. 

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 29



Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010.

Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his wife. Ann, Barbara and Connie starting college. Matt and Ann setting up a business. Again lots of spirituality and lots of sex. Written and posted in 2013.

Chapters 14-17 are sort of a side story. They describe meeting two of Barbara's friends and what unfolds from there. I considered posting it as a separate work under the title: "Tall and Short." Written in 2013-2014 but the characters Becca and Zena were developed in 2007.

Chapters 18-33 are a continuation of chapters 8-13. With Pool parties and other activities. Several additional girls are introduced. Written in 2013 - 2014.

The spirituality expressed in this work represents my present view is to how the universe actually works. Note however: The miracles only happen when we allow them to.

I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

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I strongly recommend that you read the entire work. If however you want to read this chapter without reading what comes before I will suggest that you at least read chapter 23. This chapter will make much more sense if you do.

Chapter 29.

Monday: Roberta comes aboard .

Roberta came in at 8:00 sharp. She was dressed in a loosely fitting top, a businesslike skirt and hose. She had a briefcase in each hand and her purse tucked under one arm.

I said: "Welcome aboard." and held my arms open.

She set down the cases and stepped into my hug. It was glorious. With lots and lots of spiritual energy flow.

She said: "It's good to be here."

I asked: "Would you like to see your office?"

She replied: "Lead the way."

We each picked up a briefcase and headed for the third office.

When we arrived I let her enter first. She looked around and her smile just got bigger and bigger.

She said: "Wow."

Along the right wall were her desk complete with an oversize top, a high-backed executive style office chair and a worktable that was now piled up with computer parts. Two conference room chairs were in front of her desk as guest chairs.

Along the back wall were two workbenches. I had brought in some of my old test equipment and had it on one workbench shelf.

In the left front corner were Joyce's dresser and five more conference room chairs.

She walked over and looked at the test equipment. 

She said: "This is a whole lot better than the stuff we have at home."

She hugged me.

Then she said: "I think I'm going to be very happy here."

I said: "The physical environment is secondary to the work and your relations with your co-workers."

She replied: "As I said: I think I'm going to be very happy here."

She went back to see Joyce and worked on all the paperwork that the law now requires. 

Then she got busy building her computer. She needed our help in attaching her monitors to the wall but otherwise she did it on her own. She had it up and running in half the time it took Ann and I to build ours. Her's was more complex. 

I came in to see her about 11:00. She was whistling a happy tune as she worked. She was topfree. Her breasts were filling up.

She said: "This place is so neat."

She stood. Then she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was competing with Joyce in the happiness department.

She put her hand to a breast and said: "I made a deal with Joyce to warn me if any visitor is entering the building. I won't embarrass you guys."

I thought her breasts were incredible but I decided it might be better not to say so. Nevertheless I enjoyed the view.

I told her her nipples looked better. She said she had been using olive oil. She said it seemed to work as well as the massage oil and she was sure olive oil wouldn't contaminate her milk.

We talked about how her computer was coming along and about what her first assignment would be.

She asked me about how we did our computer backups. She was not happy with my answer and said that she would set up a regular backup program with Joyce. It would be full backups weekly with daily incremental ones.

I went back to my office.

Later I heard the whirr of her breast pump.

At noon Bobbie joined Joyce and me for lunch. She was wearing her top. We ate in the upstairs dining room. She had brought sandwiches from home. We suggested that she could use the kitchen here as needed.

I asked how things were coming along. She was still downloading software. She had quite a list.

While some of that was happening she had started reading the documentation for her first project. She asked me a question about it and I replied: "After lunch. Just relax now." She smiled.

We talked through lunch.

We told her that we would have a dinner here to welcome her.

She said: "Thank you for the warning. I will call my mom and let her know not to expect me for dinner."

At one we all went back to work. Even Joyce was busy. Bobbie asked her question and I answered it as we rode the elevator downstairs.

Bobbie sat me down to give her a tour of our computer file system. We talked our way through it such that she had a good idea as to what needed to be backed up when. She approved of the idea that some of our critical work and much of the photography was encrypted. She then proceeded to suggest a better encryption approach. She suggested that we send Joyce out to buy two large external hard drives. I did. Then she ordered four more online.

About four Bobbie came in to ask me a question. She was topfree. She brought the document in question and set it in front of me. She bent over it such that a breast was just in front of me.

I sighed.

She asked why.

I replied: "You dangle an incredibly beautiful breast in front of me and you ask why I sigh?"

She stood up straight, pushed out her chest and responded: "Do you really think they are beautiful?"

I answered: "Yes I do."

She said: "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

I said: "I think you are beautiful - period."

She smiled. I thought: 'Beautiful dimples.'

We went back to talking about the project.

On her way back to her office she said: "I'm really looking forward to five o-clock."

This surprised me. I said: "Quitting time? I thought you really liked it here?"

She said: "Oh I do but I'm really looking forward to sitting naked with you guys after hours."

I smiled.

Ann arrived at about four thirty.

We met with Bobbie and talked about her day. She had managed to get quite a bit accomplished.

She set up a backup program to copy everything, and she meant everything, to one of the new hard drives overnight.

After hours. 

At five we moved upstairs. Bobbie brought her top and her milking kit.

We undressed. Bobbie had a cat ate the canary grin on her face. We hugged every which way.

Then we sat down. Nobody spoke. You could cut the tension with a knife.

This went on for about five minutes. Then Joyce told a joke. We all laughed. Bobbie told another. We laughed still more. Ann told a really bad one. We laughed again.

Then we settled back into normal conversation.

We moved to the kitchen and Ann put steaks on the grill. I microwaved the vegetables and the rolls. Joyce set the table and poured the drinks. 

We sat down to eat. I did my normal grace and then proposed a toast: "To Bobbie, the newest member of our team. May she have a long and happy association with us."

She just beamed then started to blush slightly.

Some of our conversation was light, some was deep, all was joyous. It felt like family to me.

We did up the dishes - mostly just loading the dishwasher and moved back to he sofa.

Bobbie picked up her milking kit and pointed down and at the bedroom door. She said: "Here or there?"

We all pointed at the sofa.

She proceeded to go through her ritual. When she had finished she carried her milk bottle into the kitchen herself.

Ann and I got dressed and headed off for dancing class. On the way we speculated as to whether Bobbie was a member of our spiritual family. We both felt it was likely but did not yet have a good read on her energy. It seemed to me that her milk problem was changing her energy such that it was hard to get a good take on her. Ann concurred.

Tuesday 

Bobbie was there at eight sharp and went right to work. 

The backup had gone fine. Bobbie was happy. So was I.

I checked in with her just before lunch and found that she was making some real progress. This amazed me. Most engineering new hires, especially inexperienced ones take months to become productive.

She had just pumped herself down but had yet to replace her top. She did wear her top to lunch.

Lab reports and more. 

Yvonne and Ann arrived just after three. Joyce gave Bobbie a warning call on the intercom.

I let Yvonne use my desk again and shifted to the first office. 

Ann introduced Bobby and Yvonne to each other.

When they finished the reports Ann headed back to campus. She had things to research in the library.

Yvonne and I headed upstairs. We used the damped waterbed. Yvonne had a really good time. So did I.

At one point Bobbie came looking for me with a question. Joyce had to explain to her just what was going on. 

Bobbie asked Joyce how she managed to talk Matt into bed with her. The girls had a long discussion. Joyce also explained that Matt was worried that Bobbie might think that having sex with him was a requirement of the job. 

Bobbie said: "I wish it was. Matt is one sexy man."

Joyce replied: "More than that: he is one loving man."

Bobbie nodded.

Then the two of them discussed how Bobbie was going to seduce Matt.

When Yvonne and I came down the stairs and saw the two together I asked: "What are you two up to?"

Joyce smiled and replied: "We're creating a conspiracy."

I asked: "To do what?"

Joyce laughed and said: "To get Bobbie laid."

I asked: "And just who is the lucky guy?"

Joyce answered: "You of coarse."

I replied: "Oh."

Yvonne laughed.

I drove Yvonne back to campus.

After hours Tuesday. 

When I returned Joyce and Bobbie were nude in the living room upstairs.

I joined them. 

We chatted about Bobbie's work day and what she accomplished.

Then I shifted the topic to the idea of soul families. We talked about how they worked. Bobbie asked a number of good questions:

She asked: "How big is a spiritual family?

I responded: "Some of the literature suggests fixed sizes like 144 while other sources suggest variable sizes. Not all members of a given spiritual family will be in human form together. Some will be in Bardo. There also seems to be rings, like immediate families and extended families. It is likely that there are a number of levels here and that the actual structures are rather complex. I also suspect that portions of a family may break off and do their own thing in a given lifetime or series of lifetimes. Small groups within a family often seem to meet at schools, workplaces and even clubs."

She asked: "What is the relationship between physical families and spiritual families?"

I replied: "There is great variability here. Married couples are usually in the same spiritual family. The level of interaction is strong so it tends to get worked. Sometimes parent and child will be in the same immediate spiritual family. This will tend to be true in cases where there is major karma or dharma involved. At other times there will be no spiritual family tie at all, the parents are just vibrationally compatible hosts. Sometimes the parents may be playing out a karmic drama in a way that is useful to the soul of the child. I suspect, but don't really know, that physical families are often members of some extended spiritual family. In any case we tend to work with the same souls in lifetime after lifetime."

She asked: "You talked about 'vibrationally compatible hosts.' What is that about?"

I answered: "Apparently there are significant constraints as to how a given soul can enter human manifestation. It seems that the parents must be 'vibrationally compatible,' whatever that means in this context. It does not seem to mean the same soul age or the same level of spiritual attainment. It may be tied to some relationship involving harmonics in some way. Also there are time constraints. These constraints form some basis for astrology and numerology."

She asked: "What is this vibration? What is vibrating?

I replied: "Vibration is a commonly used word for a level that a person is operating at. I'm not sure that it is a good model in that a vibrational rate is a single variable and I think what is being described has many facets. One friend of mine suggested 'scent' as an alternative, at least in identifying people. That said, vibration works in the sense that a vibration is generally detectable by those around a person and consciously or unconsciously provides information to those people. Physical vibration usually is a result of some form of resonance and resonance generally involves energy changing between two forms. This seems to be part of the spiritual process too. When two resonant systems that are vibrating at almost the same rate come together, as in two tank circuits, and are exchanging energy they may synchronize. This is what happened when Ann and I met. As to what is vibrating, it is given the name Chi, spiritual energy, but I don't think just giving something a name is necessarily any more information."

Joyce interrupted to say that she needed to get home. We hugged. She dressed and we each gave her another big hug.

Bobbie asked: "You say most of the karma stays in the family. How does that work exactly?"

I answered: "We tend to interact most strongly with other members of our family. Thus we will generate and clear karma more easily with them. The power of synchronicity is greatly underappreciated. In war: combat between individuals and small units is often between members of the same spiritual family who have split to both sides long before the conflict began. We talk of brother fighting brother in the American Civil War but the phenomena is much more general."

She then asked: "How about when one person kills lots of people? For example like the crew of the Enola Gay?"

I replied: "That's one I'm still trying to get a handle on myself. I really don't know how to answer that. The whole area of karma in war has many open questions for me. I just hope that I won't need more lives as a soldier to resolve this area.

"One friend of mine saw the end of a past life of his at the beginning of World War two. He was lying in a ditch in front of a building firing at a tank. The tank fired its cannon bringing the building wall down on him, crushing him. I suggested he forgive the tank's crew. He said: 'The crew didn't kill me, the tank did.' I am not sure what to make of that."

She asked: "How do we find other members of our family?"

I explained both versions of the law of attraction and the power of synchronicity. She found the idea of non-physical causality quite fascinating. 

At one point she laughed and said: "My dad would never buy into that."

I said: "Why not. We think about things and then do them. That is a form of cause and effect. Synchronicity is just taking that idea to the soul level and above."

She replied: "I suppose."

I noted: "I have not read about this aspect of things in the literature but I suspect that the number and intensity of connections to other members of your spiritual family depends strongly on your awareness of the spiritual side of life. If you are ignoring that aspect of things you will probably find the person or persons with the strongest karmic ties but that will be about it. The more you open up to your spiritual nature the more powerful the laws of attraction and synchronicity become. Following your intuitive guidance also helps the process."

She asked: "Do you think I am part of your spiritual family?"

I answered: "You feel like family. So, yes I do. I don't yet know who you were or what the ties are yet but I expect these will become clear over time."

She said: "This is sort of weird but I feel more at home with you and Ann than with anybody else I know, including my actual family."

I asked: "Did Ann give you a copy of "Interconnections" or our enlarged version?" 

She answered: "No. What is it."

I replied: "These are our research into our past lives. "Interconnections" was written before I met Ann and her physical family yet my wife and I figure prominently in it. When we were first together we found out about many more past lives and wrote it all down. There are copies of the first book in the library and the second is in our computers. Help yourself."

She replied: "Thank you."

She continued: "I want to ask you something. Why are you worried that I might think that having sex with you is a requirement for working here?"

I replied: "My main concern is that I do not want you to feel any coercion at all in that regard. I believe that sex can be sacred and that comes from love working together with mindfulness. Coercion tends to kill both love and mindfulness. Coerced sex, no matter how subtle the coercion, makes that act profane."

I continued: "I also believe that truly making love requires a natural equality while an employer - employee relationship is naturally unequal. I see a great many down-sides to such relationships. For example: Lovers quarrels happen and they have no place in the workplace, likewise it is harder to discipline or be disciplined by someone you are sleeping with."

Bobbie asked: "What about Joyce?"

I replied: "Yes, What about Joyce. Joyce is very good at getting what she wants. She is also very easy to get to love. I think that you know her well enough to see that she just loves everybody she surrounds herself with. Did you see how she reacted when we suggested you work here. That reaction was coming from her both loving Ann and me and loving you and believing it would create a win for everybody. Ann does not have a jealous bone in her body and so far Joyce doesn't seem too either.

"I'd better stop and explain some things first: I love my wife very much even though we have been sexually inactive for over twenty years now. I was not pleased with that. Since I met the Wells family my love life has taken off. I made love with Ann, her sisters and her mother. When Ann and I make love we become telepathic. We can turn it off and then it stays off until we make love again. 

"Sometimes when I make love with Barbara we psychically merge and I radiate love to all the women that I love all the way back to grade school. I suspect that you are now on that list. 

"When I make love with Cindy, her other sister, we share orgasms.

"Making love with Ann's mother was very healing for her and allowed me access to the akashic record."

Then I took time to tell Bobbie about my mystery girl and the story of Suzanne and Pierre.

Bobbie said: "Wow."

I talked for a while about how any one of the women in my life now would satisfy all my sexual desires and yet I keep ending up loving more girls such that I am bedding more and more. I explained that I didn't really know why this was happening.

I continued: "Back to Joyce. It took Joyce quite a while to get me into bed with her but, with Ann's help, she did. I must say that she is wonderful both as an employee and as a lover.

"Nonetheless I feel that I have set a very bad precedent with Joyce. What happens when we have ten girls working here, or twenty? Likewise what happens with the next male employee. Will he want some of the action? Do we end up having an orgy every afternoon at five o'clock?"




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She said: "I see your point. Let me ask you though: If I were not working here would you be interested in me?"

I answered: "I sure would. When I was staying with the Wells family they asked me what I looked for in a woman. I said five things: Spiritual compatibility, innocence, intelligence, spiritual awareness and finally physical beauty. You score off the charts in every category except spiritual awareness but you are roaring up there in that too."

She said: "Oh my."

I said: "I could add a few more: sweet, kind, sane, happy, playful, affectionate, touchable, touching, but mostly I would add that she wants to explore spiritual sex with me."

She said: "I do."

I looked at her and said: "You do what?"

She replied: "I want to explore spiritual sex with you."

I replied: "Oh."

She said: "Let me ask you: Since you have become active again, how many girls have you made love with?"

I answered: "Thank you for calling it making love." I paused then said: "Eleven."

She asked: "How many of them were virgins?"

I answered: "Ten. The other one was Ann's mother and she wished she could have been one for me. I'm glad she wasn't in fact because I like having Ann and Cindy in my life. However; she was in spirit a virgin for me. Why?"

She answered: "Just thinking about innocence."

I replied: "Innocence is something we can gain as well as lose. Ann's mother regained her innocence during my visit. All of these girls are still innocent."

She asked: "Was it exploring spiritual sex in each case?"

I answered: "Yes it was... Thank you, you just explained why I have so many. I have been exploring a different aspect of sacred sexuality with each of them. In two cases it was closing out a very old and nasty karma in a sweet and beautiful way."

I proceeded to give a short version of the karma between myself and Zena and Becca.

She said: "I wonder if I could forgive something like that."

We talked about that for a while.

She then pumped herself down.

Then she said: "I really need to get home. My mom will have dinner waiting."

We hugged.

Then I said: "I need to apologize to you about one thing however. I did not want to be in your face about sex in the office but I forgot about Yvonne and Joan. Then it had to happen on your second day here. I really am sorry." 

She replied: "I am really not upset but you need to know that I am one very horny girl. I haven't felt I could date with my milk problem but all the urges are there, maybe even amplified by my crazy hormones. Nonetheless I will be OK with you having sex with other girls here as long as you are OK with my masturbating in my office."

I responded: "We need to explore other options. Masturbation is not a good substitute for being in a loving relationship."

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

She said: "It may be physical release but it sure is lonely."

I nodded in agreement.

We shared a long and glorious hug.

I said: "Remember, a loving relationship need not be sexual."

She smiled and nodded.

We dressed and both headed out. I gave her a copy of "Interconnections."

Wednesday. 

I got to 3i at about quarter after seven. Joyce was already there.

She greeted me with a seductive smile and said: "How about a quickie before Bobbie gets here?"

We used the damped waterbed. It was a quickie but it was also very satisfying for both of us. 

Bobbie arrived at eight. She seemed happy. We shared a glorious hug. We kissed; it was a short friendly kiss, not a sexy one.

Then we were all business.

Janet: Confirming the new level .

Janet arrived at noon. I introduced her to Bobbie. Then we went upstairs.

We hugged. I found myself singing the Gayatri. 

Jan said: "That is so beautiful. What does it mean?"

I explained that it was a prayer to bless a meditation and is often used to begin a program in an ashram in India.

She asked: "Will you teach it to me?"

I replied: "Certainly."

Within ten minutes we were singing it as a duet. Singing it beautifully. It was drawing us to a very high place. She moved to my lap. We held each other in a glorious melding. We were radiating love. The list of beneficiaries was different than my normal list but the process was my familiar one except that we were doing it together.

We held this state for about twenty minutes. 

Joyce and Bobbie were in the kitchen. They were being careful not to disturb us; they were among the recipients.

When Jan and I came out of it we both went: "Whew."

We grinned at each other and kissed softly.

Then we went to fix some lunch.

Both Joyce and Bobbie gave us both big hugs and profound thank you's.

I happened to check my email about two o'clock. There was an email from Susan, the daughter of one of my mother's friends, a girl who, as a child, I thought I would grow up and marry. We had lost contact over sixty years ago. This was a total surprise. I knew that I had been sending her love along with many others. Now she had written acknowledging it. At one level it was just a friendly note, reaching out to a friend from the distant past. Reading between the lines however there was a whole lot of love in her message. 

I responded in kind.

Joan still again. 

Joan arrived just after three. I introduced her to Bobbie. Then we went upstairs.

She asked: "Were you sending love today at noontime?"

I said: "Yes."

She said: "I thought so although it seemed different somehow."

I asked: "In what way?"

She replied: "I don't know how to describe it. There was less of your presence in it perhaps, like there was a second energy there too. Whatever it was it still felt grand. Thank you."

I said: "I was merging with Janet instead of Barbara."

She lit up: "Does this mean that it might be possible for you and I to do this as well?"

I replied: "It would seem so. Janet and I had to give up having sex together to do it however."

She responded: "That is quite a price. Still it might be worth it someday."

I replied: "Someday?"

She said: "I don't think that I am there yet. I love having you inside me too much."

She continued: "Speaking of that we still have several beds to try, not to mention this sofa."

We alternated between necking and undressing each other. When we were nude the necking turned into petting and I brought her to near orgasm.

She said: "I'm going to make a point of not clawing you this time."

I replied: "If you do claw me I'll put you over my knee and spank you."

She grinned: "Promises, promises."

We kissed: first softly, then aggressively.

I swatted her fanny lightly.

I said: "Remember what Mae West said."

She asked: "What did Mae West say?"

I replied: "When I'm good, I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better."

She said: "I'll try to be bad."

We ended up making love on the sofa. She may not have been bad but she was better. This time she gently caressed my back.

She whispered: "I love you."

I sighed.

She asked: "What does it feel like to send love?"

I answered: "Well, for starters it feels wonderful, or something past wonderful. It begins with a merging with my partner. We sort of become one. Soul touching soul. Souls merging. There is a loss of self and a finding of self. That contains a feeling of being complete at last but that is only part of it. Then it shifts into being totally loving and reaching out to touch all the girls that I love or have ever loved. It is more overwhelming and far more pleasant than sex. The afterglow is better too. I think you have some idea of how much I enjoy sex."

She responded: "Oh wow."

I continued: "Today I received an email from someone I haven't been in any real contact with in over sixty years. I hadn't thought I was sending her much energy at all."

She responded: "Oh my."

Then she asked: "Have you heard from all of them?"

I replied: "All but Jean."

Joan said: "Maybe she can't find you."

I responded: "She knows how to find me."

She asked: "Does the fact that she hasn't responded hurt?"

I answered: "Surprisingly, no. A little sadness perhaps, but that's all. She has her life to lead and her decisions to make."

I continued: "I still do not understand just who you are and your relationship to her."

She responded: "I'm someone who loves you very much."

I replied: "I know." Then I hugged her tight. I cried. She cried too.

Eventually we dressed and I drove her back to school.

Conversation with Bobbie. 

Bobbie and I sat together nude on the sofa. She was ecstatic about her noontime experience. She tried to describe the feelings she had but finally said: "It was past description. I never thought that I could feel so loved."

We went on with me describing the twists and turns in my relationship with Janet.

Finally she said: "Joyce is right: You are a loving man. A very loving man."

I said: "Thank you." I kissed her cheek. She smiled.

Then we talked about Joan and even more about Jean.

This drifted into a discussion of 'Samuel' from "Interconnections" and then the book more generally. She said that many of the people in it seemed somehow familiar. I asked her if she found herself identifying with any of them and she said: no. 

We discussed this until it was time to go.

We shared a big hug.

Thursday. 

We were all busy with work. Bobbie continued to surprise me with her productivity and her common sense. Joyce was very happy even though she did not get laid. Ann was in and out.

Late in the morning Bobbie asked me if I would like her to pose. I said certainly and we agreed to begin at five tonight. She called her mother and told her not to expect her before seven.

She ran home at lunchtime and came back with several more skirts and tops. When she returned she seemed to be wearing different hose.

Bobbie poses. 

We met at five in the studio. Joyce joined in. Everybody stayed dressed. 

We started with the outfit that Bobbie had worn to work that day. I took about forty pictures: portraits, standing and seated. She was reasonably relaxed with a very happy smile.

She removed her top and I took about thirty more including a series of close ups of her breasts and nipples.

She went back to her office and changed into a different outfit. This was also one that she had worn to work.

I took about twenty shots.

She removed her bra and left the top unbuttoned for about twenty more pictures.

She changed into a third outfit. Twenty more shots.

She removed her top again for ten more shots.

Then she unbuttoned her skirt and started to slide it down. She started with it low on her hips. 

Another twenty pictures.

She removed it revealing pale pink bikini panties over a white carter belt holding up dark colored stockings.

Fifteen pictures.

The panties came off.

Thirty pictures.

Then another ten of her removing her stockings.

I took about sixty of her nude. 

She was very relaxed and managed some wonderful expressions. She seemed to have a natural talent for posing.

For the next half hour Joyce provided a steady stream of provocative costumes from her stock of such items. Bobbie really looked good in most of them.

Bobbie truely looked spectacular in the two straps style bathing suits.

Both girls were having fun.

Bobbie had fun with a number of the harem girl costumes as well.

Finally Joyce needed to leave. 

Bobbie and I did some more nudes. These included some extreme close ups.

Her breasts were getting to be quite swollen in a way that made them very magnificent.

I asked: "You look awfully full. Do you want to pump yourself down?"

She answered: "I can go a little longer."

She suggested candlelight pictures.

I asked: "Oiled?"

She answered: "Later."

We moved the strobes and the ladders. I lit a few candles.

I took about forty shots. Lighting and moving candles in the process.

Then I oiled her up. She really liked my applying the oil, especially to her breasts.

I took about eighty pictures all told.

She really enjoyed this.

When we reached a stopping point she said: "Now I really need one of your nude hugs."

I stripped down and we hugged. That was glorious. There is nothing quite like hugging a girl who is all slippery with oil.

We went and took a shower together. That was fun too. She liked washing me and I liked washing her. That was not quite petting.

She pumped herself down before going home.

Friday. 

I managed to get a full day's work done. Nevertheless I planned on working late.

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 30



This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I strongly recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marrage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) snd Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts. 

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at our pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). 

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 30.

Later Friday: Surprise visitors. 

I was planning on working late. Thanksgiving is next week and I want to get ahead of the game.

Both Joyce and Bobbie left shortly after five, saying that they had things to do. Joyce told me that my dinner was in the oven and would be ready at six.

It was about five thirty and I was working in my office when I heard the sound of a car in our parking lot. I looked out the back window to see Zena's minivan and Zena, Becca, Connie and Barb all piling out of it.

I went and opened the door next to the elevator. They all yelled: "Surprise!"

Four delicious hugs.

They brought in their suitcases. The elevator was a tight squeeze.

Apparently they had previously discussed who would be sleeping where as each girl moved her suitcase to a different bedroom. 

Barbara said: "I talked with Ann. She will join us in the morning."

I said: "OK but I'm not sure what I'm going to feed you all."

Barbara laughed: "You didn't look at what is cooking in the oven did you?"

I said: "No."

As we were discussing this the girls were undressing. As usual Connie finished first. 

I undressed as well. Then I shared four wonderful nude hugs. The girls were all smiles.

Zena and Connie both needed bathrooms. Zena used the one off of the master bedroom. She noticed the bidet and asked Barbara about it. Barbara showed her how to use it. Zena loved it.

We headed for the kitchen.

I looked in the oven and went: "Oh, my gosh." It was a huge roast.

We worked together to finish preparations and then we all sat down to a very nice dinner.

Zena looked at me and said: "Are you ready for a fun evening? We are four very horny girls."

I said: "I just hope that I'm up to it."

Barbara said: "Don't worry. You will be."

Four girls. 

After dinner Barbara produced a deck of playing cards. She shuffled them and spread them on the table. Each girl drew a card. The order would be: Becca, Connie, Barbara and lastly Zena.

Becca and I headed for the bedroom she had claimed. Very little foreplay was needed to have her totally aroused. She was again radiating unconditional love and I was basking in it. She moved astride me and rode me with abandon. She soon reached a beautiful climax. The feeling of unconditional love peaked as she came. She then moved her body flat against mine. I stayed inside without thrusting and just gently caressed her hair and ass for a minute or two. We shared a very tender kiss. Then I moved her off of me and went to find Connie.

Connie was on her feet as soon as I reappeared. She took my hand and guided me to the bedroom with the undamped waterbed. She had already turned back the covers and positioned a towel. We hugged and kissed for a minute or two before moving to the bed. That feeling of total innocence returned. It was weird: I was feeling virginal while my penis was still wet with another girl's lubrication. Somehow when I am with Connie, Connie is all that matters. Somehow it is love, pure love and joy, pure joy. I kissed her head to toe, taking extra time with her very ample breasts. By the time I had finished she was more than ready. Our flame appeared, dancing in pure joy. She was on her back with her legs wide apart. I entered her slowly and moved with long slow strokes. She soon had a wonderful orgasm. The flame flared with it, totally enveloping us in cold color. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed with it. Then we shared a long slow kiss. Innocent sweet love. I still had not climaxed. I was not even near it. The flame subsided and then extinguished. She said: "Wow."

We held each other for perhaps another thirty seconds and then she said: "As much as I love this and believe me I do, Barb needs you now."

I gave her another short kiss and then slipped out and went looking for Barbara.

Barb was walking in my direction as I exited the bedroom. Her eyes were rapidly turning into liquid fire. We held each other at arms length for a few moments looking deep into each other's eyes. Her aroma was enticing. The psychic merging was already beginning. Then we proceeded to her bedroom. The covers were already turned back and the pillows piled up. I lay on my back with my head supported on the pillows while Barbara moved into position astride me. We had not said a word this whole time. None were necessary. Her moisture was already running down the insides of her thighs. Her eyes glowed even more brightly.

She guided me inside and began to demonstrate her usual sexual magic. As usual it was secondary to the merging of our souls that was taking place and the love I was broadcasting. My broadcast seemed to be unusually powerful, particularly to my wife and the girls I was sleeping with. Kim was also receiving some with the other BOC girls at a slightly weaker level. She continued to undulate, swivel and squeeze. My orgasm came on suddenly. I found myself seemingly pumping three girls worth of semen into Barbara. My climax triggered hers. 

Then I found myself relaxing, totally relaxing. She moved flat on me and we seemed to melt together. I could feel loving energy still flowing through me but now is seemed to be more gentle, a call to compassion. That slowly tapered off. I had lost my erection and was slowly slipping out of her. Nonetheless the feeling of oneness was still overpowering. We stayed like this for a while, probably ten or fifteen minutes. Then she rolled off of me. We were side by sIde, holding hands gently. Perhaps five minutes passed. She moved to her side facing me and ran her hand across my torso. With that I felt somewhat rejuvenated. 

She said: "Zena needs loving too." That was the first thing she had said the whole time.

I leaned over and kissed her gently and then stood up. I kissed my finger and brought it to her lips. She kissed it and smiled. Then I turned and went to find Zena.

Zena and I moved to the room with the damped waterbed. 

She said: "I have a special treat for you."

She spread her feet wide and we hugged. She held me so tight that her breasts were almost crushing my chest. 

I said: "Easy girl."

She relaxed her grip somewhat.

We kissed passionately. I began to caress her ass. She has a very nice ass. 

She was becoming very aroused.

My erection was returning but still far from full.

She said: "Let me show you what I have learned."

She dropped to her knees and took my organ into her mouth. I was soon fully hard. She alternated between caressing the tip with her tongue and taking me so deep that her nose was pressing into my belly.

She later explained that her roommate was an expert at fellatio and had been giving her lessons. She joked that she had found new ways to enjoy a banana.

I found that my bodily sensations were fading into the background behind a feeling I found no words for. The thought 'pure delight' was part of it but totally inadequate. We had connection, universal love but that too was totally inadequate. The connection was not only with Zena but with Ann, Barbara, and Fil as well.

She kissed the end of my shaft one last time and then stood and taking my hand, lead me to the bed. She gently pushed me onto my back and then straddled me. She took me deep and slow but this was still in the background. 

I found myself singing a song that I had never heard before in a language I did not know. Zena closed her eyes and began to sing along with an incredibly beatific smile on her face. 

When we finished the song she lay flat on my body and rolled us over. I continued to be in a state of pure bliss. I knew she was too. We were nowhere near our sexual climax but that didn't matter somehow. The sense of union, not just with each other but with the ALL continued. That was what mattered. My lingam was still deep inside her yoni but that just didn't matter. It didn't matter physically to me and I knew it didn't matter to Zena either. My being in her was, at this point, purely symbolic. 

I felt no need to keep thrusting. I just relaxed. She did likewise. The transcendent state I was in was like a waking dream. This drifted into a sleeping dream with me still erect, still inside her and using one breast as a pillow.

I woke up several hours later with a full bladder. She stirred as I moved off of her. She looked at me and said: "Thank you. I never imagined sex could be anywhere near that good." I bent down and kissed her and then I headed to the bathroom.

When I returned we started necking on the bed. This turned into petting and then making love. We both had very nice orgasms.

More surprises. 

We rose early, and I woke the other girls 'the best way.' We had finished breakfast and were doing up the dishes when Joyce arrived followed shortly by Bobbie. I performed the introductions and nobody seemed the least bit uncomfortable with the lack of attire of our visitors. I then asked Bobbie and Joyce why they were here on a Saturday. They both smiled and said: "You will see."

Joyce went into the fourth bedroom and extracted a box from one of the New York photographic suppliers. She proceeded to unpack two floodlights with stands. She told me to get my camera, an extra battery, a tripod and use the standard zoom lens. When I returned she handed me two extra large memory chips. I was really wondering what was going on.

While Joyce was unpacking the lights, Bobbie took me aside and said: "You were sending me love last night and it was the best experience in my entire life, bar none." She kissed me on the cheek.

Just then Ann arrived in the SUV. The pool party girls and Yvonne piled out of it.

Looking out the window I said: "All right. What's going on here?"

Barbara then said: "All right girls, time to get dressed. Matt, you might want to dress also."

Then she looked at me, winked and said: "You will soon see."

Connie suggested that I dress first.

The other girls headed for their respective bedrooms, Joyce and Bobbie headed downstairs.

Connie ducked into the bedroom as soon as I left it.

The pool girls and Yvonne were also downstairs.

The girls who were upstairs all reappeared in belly dancing costumes. They all were wearing veils. I found out later that Zena made her costume and one for Becca.

Belly Dancing lessons. 

Barbara said: "We're doing belly dancing lessons. I'm sure you won't mind recording them."

Ann and the other girls all came up the stairs wearing outfits from Joyce's harem girl collection. The entire collection was in use. Gail was wearing harem pants with her bra up top. None of the harem tops would fit her.

I found it interesting as to who chose which outfits. Ann wore the most modest with Yvonne, Joyce and Bobbie close behind. Ruth wore the most extreme one with Robin, Ellen and Linda close behind. Candy, Joan and Janet wore less extreme but still very provocative costumes. Most of them were wearing veils. This included Ruth. 

I said: "Oh my."

We moved the sofas to in front of the TV. I set up the floodlights and my camera in the large empty space thus created.

Ann did all of the introductions.

Joyce put on some music that Barb had provided.

Barb said: "First a short demonstration, then we will watch a DVD of lessons and then I will begin the class proper."

Barb, Connie, Zena and Becca began to dance. I video-recorded them. It was beautiful. It was clear that Zena and Becca were not nearly as practiced as Barb and Connie but they still did a creditable job.

Then we all moved to the sofas. The seats were all filled and several girls ended up sitting on the back while others sat on the floor in front. Barb said: "I'm going to leave this disk here." and started the DVD. 

The video began by explaining the basic poses and moves. Then went on to more complex sequences. It was beautiful to watch.

The phone rang. Joyce answered it. It was Kim for me.

I took the call.

She said: "Are you busy?"

I replied: "Somewhat."

She said: "Then just one quick question: Did you send love last night?"

I answered: "Yes I did."

I could hear the joy in her voice as she said: "Thank you, thank you so much. I will let you get back to what you were doing. Call me when you have a chance. Bye"

I replied: "Bye."

I went back to watching the video.

The girls moved into the cleared area. Connie took the center spot with Zena and Becca on either side. The other girls formed a semicircle around them. Connie started demonstrating positions and moves while the other girls followed along. Barb wandered around giving tips.

After twenty minutes Barb called a break. 

After the break they broke into groups of four. One leader and three students. They worked this way for about an hour. I wandered around recording the various groups.

Another break followed by another group session.

There was a great deal of sexual energy present. I had an erection.

Then we broke for lunch. We set out lots of food buffet style and the girls were quick to attack it.

Barb and I had a private conversation where she explained that Zena lived in Syracuse and would drop them off Tuesday night and pick them up on Sunday. 

We were a happy group.

After lunch we again formed one group with Connie leading and the other three giving tips. The other girls were generally getting it. Obviously lots more practice would be needed but the basics were in place.

Ruth was displaying an amazing shimmy.

Another break then more work in the groups of four.

Still another long break and then another single group lesson. The student girls were actually starting to move in unison.

They got another break as Barb showed another DVD.

I ordered five large pizzas. 

We talked about all this as we devoured the pizzas. The girls waned to know where Joyce got the harem outfits. Joyce printed out an information sheet. Every girl took one. Zena offered to make a top for Gail. It was clear that this class was a huge success. 

After dinner Barb and Connie put on a demonstration dance. It was beautiful.

Everyone agreed that we would continue tomorrow at ten.

I received a kiss and a hug from each girl.

The girls who weren't staying changed back into street clothing while I copied the recordings into my computer and burned then onto two DVDs. I put the camera battery on its charger.

Barbara and Bobbie had a short private conversation. Bobbie left smiling.

Joyce told me she was going to make a grocery run as we were running low on lunch supplies.

Barbara broke out her cards again. Tonight's order would be: Zena, Becca, Connie and 

Barbara.

Both Barbara and Connie modified their costumes by removing the bikini portion. Zena and Becca made similar modifications to their outfits as well.

Four girls again. 

When we had entered the bedroom Zena undressed me. Then she pulled off her costume and spread her feet while looking in the mirror behind the dresser. I came up behind her and kissed her neck. Then I started caressing her breasts and rubbing my hips against her ass. Her aroma was delicious. We only did this for a minute or two before she bent forward, supported her upper body with her elbows, pushed her ass back like a cat in heat and said: "Take me."

I did, going deep, very deep. I reached forward to play with her swaying breasts but rapidly switched to holding her hips and occasionally reaching around to caress her clitoris.

She did not last long. Her orgasm was spectacular, ending with her head down on the dresser. 

She said: "Oooh that was so great."

I made one last deep thrust and pulled out of her.

She stood, turned around and gave me a really sloppy kiss.

I went to find Becca.

Becca and I headed for her bedroom. We necked and petted for about twenty minutes and then she spread her legs sideways and invited me to mount her. I brought her to a very nice orgasm in less than ten minutes. Nothing psychic seemed to be happening but it was still very good, very loving. 

Connie was all ready for me. She even had the bedcovers turned back. 

She said: "I'm so glad we found each other."

I responded: "So am I."

The feeling of complete innocence returned. 

We made out for a few minutes. She juiced up rapidly.

She said: "Can we try it doggy style?"

I replied: "As you wish."

She moved to her hands and knees. I moved behind her.

She went: "Ahhh.... So good.:" as I entered her.

I started playing with her breasts as I pounded away. She gasped and panted and tried to talk. I moved one hand to her clitoris. She came very quickly. She fell forward. I rode her down, lingam deep inside, one hand on her breast, the other on her clitoris.

She said: "I liked that."

I rubbed her clitoris slightly.

She said: "Don't you dare. It's just too sensitive now."

I moved that hand up to her other breast and just cupped it.

She said: "Umm that's nice."

I kissed her neck. 




Driving in Snow Ch. 30



Eventually I climbed off of her and went to find Barbara.

Again Barbara seemed to know when I was coming. Again her eyes were turning into the liquid fire. This would turn into an almost exact replay of the previous night except that we went to sleep together. 

We ended up spooning with my having one of her magnificent breasts in my hand.

I slept very soundly.

Sunday 

I woke the girls the 'second best way' by petting each to orgasm. We then had a leisurely breakfast.

I commented: "You girls wore me out. I'm too old for this kind of stuff."

Barb smiled and said: "Ya think."

We all laughed.

We dressed for the day. 

Joyce and Bobbie arrived at about nine thirty followed shortly by Ann with the rest of the girls. 

Barbara started the day's lessons with a group review of yesterday's lessons.

Then they divided up into three groups of four students with Connie, Becca and Zena acting as instructors. Barbara wandered from group to group giving individual attention as needed.

They re-watched the first video as a break.

More work with the three groups until lunch.

We set out lots of sandwich makings, drinks and other things.

The girls attacked the food with gusto. Joyce had made good choices.

The lessons continued with three groups and one big group about half time each.

At three they decided it was time to put on a show. Those girls who were not wearing veils went and got them.

Before the performance I took a series of group and individual stills of the girls.

They did a very beautiful dance together. At one point Barb did a solo with the other girls swaying in the background. Connie continued the solo. This was followed by more group dancing. The sexual energy level was off the charts.

There was a pause as all the girls removed their tops. Then the show continued. This was basically a repeat of the earlier performance. The sexual energy was higher still. My penis throbbed. The girls were all grinning. Some of the grins seemed happy, others smug.

When they finished I applauded briskly and said: "Bravo, bravo. You all did a magnificent job."

Then I had sixteen glorious hugs. 

I took another series of stills. Again it was both group and individual. Then the girls removed their bottoms for another round of pictures dressed only in veils. 

Everybody got dressed. All the girls left except Joyce.

We made love on the conventional mattress. It was a gentle session, we were both tired in different ways. Then we just cuddled for about half an hour.

I fell asleep. When I woke up Joyce was gone and it was seven. I wandered into the kitchen and had myself something to eat.

Then I called Kim.

We began talking about my sending love but the conversation slowly morphed into a long discussion about how she was beginning to look at life very differently. I emailed her more of my writings.

to be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 31



This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving context. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I still recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marriage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) and Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Ann is a genius who has already written a breakthrough scientific paper. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts. 

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends: 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at our pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). 

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 31.

Monday. 

Joyce was busy ordering another dozen belly dancing costumes along with more belly dancing music and videos.

I actually got some work done. The same on Tuesday morning.

Wells family reunion. 

Ann arrived at 3i just before two. I asked her why she was so early and she said that it was a short lab. I said that someone was being kind. She agreed. 

She also said that Yvonne was very happy because her uncle was giving her a ride and would not have to wait so long for her. The two had had lunch together and then her uncle went wandering around campus both enjoying memories of past times and exploring all the changes. He was class of '74.

Yvonne had her uncle drive over to 3i so she could introduce everybody. We had a nice chat with her uncle Malcolm. He seemed to be a really nice guy and he was genuinely pleased to meet us.

They did not stay long since they wanted to get home and we needed to get to the airport. Nonetheless we did have an interesting conversation on the subject of reincarnation amd spiritual families. Malcolm surprised Yvonne by saying: "Reincarnation has long been something that I considered the most plausible process. I just have never met anyone before where I felt comfortable talking about it." He really liked the idea of spiritual families and that they crossed races.

Ann and I went to the airport. I had told Mary that I would be coming alone. We thought this would be a pleasant surprise.

When Mary saw me waiting just outside security she made a bee line to me with her arms open. We melted together and she whispered: "You don't know just how much I've missed you."

I replied: "This hug is giving me some idea."

Ann hugged her sister much more sedately. Then we switched partners. Cindy ground herself into me. I whispered to her: "Easy there girl, we are in public after all." 

She replied: "Just wait until I get you alone. I'm wearing a pad just to not embarrass myself and my panties are still getting wet." 

I laughed gently. She kissed my cheek. She said: "Is that OK?" I nodded.

We took the escalator down to the luggage area. Cindy was quite impatient waiting for the luggage. Mary was just glad to be here. I held hands with both of them.

Finally the bags arrived and we headed back to 3i. Mary sat next to me in the front, Ann and Cindy rode in back. We had a long discussion about who would use which bed. It was a given that I would be sharing a bed with Mary tonight. Cindy was not pleased but she understood. It was finally decided that tonight at least Mary would get the undamped waterbed and Cindy would take the damped one.

When we reached 3i I received two incredible hugs, first from Cindy and then from Mary. Cindy suggested that we undress but I pointed out that Joyce and Bobbie were still here.

I introduced Mary and Cindy to Bobbie. Joyce joined us as well for a short but pleasant conversation.

Ann called Barbara and found out that they expected to be dropped off about six. Ann asked if Zena would like to have dinner with us. Barbara explained that there were two more girls with them. Ann said that was OK. It was decided that we would be having company for dinner. Ann made several suggestions as to possible meals and a selection everyone was happy with arrived at.

We raided the kitchen for some snacks and then adjourned to the living room sofa. 

Mary lead the conversation, talking about her spiritual breakthroughs. She was much happier now. 

Mary also said that she was talking more with John and was beginning to see how his religious views were serving him. She said that this actually surprised her in that she had absolutely no desire to adopt them but that it was now OK for John to be John. Likewise John could not accept Mary's viewpoints but was becoming much more tolerant of them. He was being much more forgiving of Mary's 'transgressions.' He was slowly coming to realize maybe, just maybe, they weren't sins after all. Mary said: "This is a long journey for him." 

They found that they were becoming much more loving but had absolutely no desire to remarry. Mary was glad of that because she found that she had utterly no desire to become sexually active with John again and John would not consider sex outside of marriage.

Joyce and Bobbie appeared saying goodbye.

I reminded them that they and their families were expected for Thanksgiving dinner.

We broke to prepare dinner.

Zena arrived right on time. She brought two friends. 

Alice was Barbara's roommate and also lived in Syracuse. Maria Elena was from Utica. Both girls seemed very pleasant. Alice was five foot eight and thin with long blonde hair with a natural curl. Cute face, great legs, medium size breasts and an appealing behind. 

Maria Elena was five foot six and a classical Latin beauty. Dark hair worn past her shoulders. Well padded. Great curves everywhere. She was wearing an off the shoulders top which showcased her very nice cleavage. I called her Maria but she said that she prefers: 'Maria Elena.' I thought 'Ooh Kay.'

Barb explained a bit about Alice. She was somewhat psychic but was home schooled by her college professor parents who pooh poohed any idea of psychic phenomena. 

Alice said: "It is so neat having Barbara as my roommate. She is so supportive. It is nice not having to hide my psychic side. It is also nice to have someone who believes in me."

We sat down to dinner at about six fifteen. Light conversation during dinner. We had finished the meal by six thirty and Zena and company were on their way. Zena still had a long drive and it was beginning to snow in Syracuse.

As they prepared to leave Zena and I hugged. Alice and Maria Elena looked somewhat envious. I offered to hug them too. The hugs ended up quite mild in comparison to Zena's.

The six of us shed our clothing as soon as they were out the door. Connie came in a close second to Cindy. Great hugs with each of them.

Mary gave a quick summary of our earlier discussion for the benefit of Barbara and Connie. We continued with everybody sharing what was going on in each of our lives.

Eventually we decided it was time for bed.

I hugged each girl goodnight. 

Ann whispered to me: "Wake me first in the morning."

Connie got the first bedroom. Ann and Barbara would be sharing the fourth bedroom.

Mary. 

We began with a playful time in the Jacuzzi. Part of the time we were side by side and part of the time she was on my lap.

At one point she said: "This is so decadent." 

I replied, pointing to the bidet: "No, this isn't. That is."

We laughed.

I brought her to near orgasm several times only to let her slide back.

Then we dried each other off and went to bed.

I kissed my way down her body from head to toe. Then I returned concentrating on the inside of her thighs and her breasts.

She moved me to my back and moved astride me. She sighed happily as she settled onto my shaft. I alternated between caressing her breasts and her ass. Then I coated a finger with her fluids and inserted it into her rear, This sparked a long series of affirmative noises, not quite words but definitely sounds of approval. She ground herself onto my shaft with renewed vigor and soon had what she later described as 'an Earth shaking orgasm.' Her vagina squeezed and relaxed only to squeeze again repeatedly. She was in throes of ecstasy that seemed to go on and on. 

Finally she came down and laid her body flat against my body.

She kissed me softly and said: "Thank you."

I rolled us over, both lingam and finger still deep inside her.

I asked: "Shall I continue?"

She replied: "By all means."

I began with long slow strokes but found myself gradually speeding up. Before long I was pounding away and we were both approaching orgasm. 

Suddenly it was skyrockets and star shells, what an ending.

We both relaxed.

She said: "Ooh. Thank you. I don't remember it ever being this good before."

I replied: "You are very welcome."

I started to move off of her but she wrapped her arms around me and said: "Please stay on top of me."

We were soon asleep.

Wednesday Winter Wonderland. 

I woke to the sound of a snowplow plowing our street. I looked out the window to see that it was snowing heavily and we already had more than six inches of snow. I looked out the window facing the woods to behold a winter wonderland. It was beautiful.

After visiting the bathroom I went and gently awakened Ann. We quietly moved to the living room. 

She whispered: "Twenty strokes?"

I replied: "Sure."

We did our twenty strokes on the sofa and then did our communicating telepathically.

I crawled into bed with Barbara. She stirred and with half open eyes went: "Umm." I kissed her gently. 

She said: "You sure know how to wake a girl the best way." We kissed again gently and then we settled down to some serious necking. It rapidly changed to petting and soon she was moving me on top of her. There were no psychic effects, just wonderful lovemaking and I soon brought her to orgasm. We caressed each other for several minutes and then I went to wake Mary.

I slipped back into bed with Mary. She was half asleep. We kissed. She noticed that my phallus was wet and gave me a questioning look.

I told her: "Ann and Barb."

She replied: "Busy boy but now this lady needs you inside."

With essentially no foreplay on her part she moved astride me and impaled herself on my organ.

She came to orgasm in about two minutes and lay flat on top of me. We kissed again gently.

She said: "You are such a nice lover."

I replied: "Thank you."

She said: "I should be thanking you."

We kissed again.

I went to wake Connie. 

She too liked the way I woke her. No psychic flame just very loving lovemaking.

As we were cuddling afterwards I heard the sound of a vehicle in our driveway. It was Frank plowing us out.

Then I went to wake Cindy. Last but definitely not least. She was already wide awake and waiting for me. We did have our psychic sharing of orgasms. I counted, she had twelve. Mine was amazing.

Joyce and Bobbie both showed up at eight.

Barbara spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon exploring Bobbie's problem with her. Barb felt that we did not yet have a good handle on the spiritual purpose behind this and thus it would be premature to blindly go and do a psychic healing. Nonetheless Bobbie felt very encouraged.

We spent the morning in wonderful conversation.

The snow stopped falling about noon.

Frank plowed us out a second time. He also shoveled out the cars.

The delivery man did make it early that afternoon. He had several packages for Joyce. She showed them to Barbara and Cindy. All three girls tried them on. 

Cindy performed two belly dancing routines. These were different than the ones she and Barbara had previously demonstrated. I recorded both. Cindy worked at teaching them to Barbara. They were both beautiful and erotic. I made an extra copy of my recording for Barb.

Joyce also received two CDs of belly dancing music. We played one. Barb really liked the music. The third cut inspired Ann who said that she wanted to dance to it. She went downstairs and changed into one of Joyce's costumes. She chose one that was moderately risque. She did wear a veil.

She came back up and we restarted the song. Ann's natural grace was shining through with a very beautiful dance. Most of the moves were the ones she had learned the previous weekend but she put them together in a new way and added several unique ones as well. Her dance seemed perfect for the music. I found myself wondering if this was some form of past life memory.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening was a combination of more great conversations and early preparations for tomorrow's dinner.

I slept with Cindy. She started out kissing me head to toe. Then she started licking the insides of my thighs. Then we settled down to some serious lovemaking. We had fun. 

Thanksgiving 

I again woke the girls 'the best way.'

Dinner was planned for about four. We had fourteen people coming: The Wells family, Connie, Joyce and her parents, Bobbie, her parents and brother as well as Fil and me. It would be a tight squeeze around the large conference table. Fortunately the table sides were convex so everybody would get to see each other.

Ann broke out her third set of dishes and likewise silverware.

She had planned a feast. Turkey and ham, stuffing, two salads, four vegetables, two kinds of potatoes plus several breads and rolls. Beverages were coffee, four types of tea, milk, water, six types of soda and four types of wine. Dessert would be three different home baked pies and four choices of ice cream.

Ann did the food preparation with the able assistance of both Barbara and Cindy. It was fortunate that the kitchen had double ovens since both were in pretty much continuous use most of the day. Both the kitchen and downstairs refrigerators were full. Both microwaves also got a good deal of use at the end.

Our guests all arrived between one and two. 

Bobbie took her family on a tour of 3i. I noticed that her family always called her Roberta.

We all sat in the living room and had some truly fascinating discussions. We were a congenial group. Ann had the dinner preparation sufficiently under control that she was able to join in the discussions almost all of the time.

Dinner was a great success. Fil and Mary ended up sitting side by side. They really like each other.

Ann, Barbara, Cindy, Joyce and I cleaned up afterwards. It did not take us long although it would be three loads through the dishwasher. The wheeled carts were a godsend.

We went back to the living room sofa. 

That night I shared a bed with Barbara. We had a strong psychic connection. I was really radiating love.

Friday - more oil and candles. 

Mary got to pose in the studio. I got lots of beautiful photographs. 

After dark I photographed Mary, Cindy, Barbara, and Connie oiled by candlelight. We all had fun and the results were amazing.

Connie and I had a good night together. We had our psychic flame.

Saturday. 

Conversation with Yvonne.

Yvonne called me. She told me about her conversations with her uncle. It seemed that he thought much like Ann and I did but kept it all to himself. He was very happy to finally have someone to share it with. She had given her uncle copies of my writings and also Ann's. She said that he just devoured our writings and was especially impressed with Ann's "The Integration of Intuition." He said that he hoped we would all get together again and that we could have a really long conversation.

I said: "That sounds good to me."

She said: "How about tomorrow afternoon when he drops me off?"

I replied: "That will work. Give us some warning of your arrival time however. Otherwise you may catch us with our pants down."

She laughed: "Pants off you mean."

I replied: "Yep."

Then she said: "My uncle is very observant. He noticed how I looked at you. He told me that I did not have to answer his question. Then he asked if I was in love with you. I said yes but please don't tell mom and dad. He agreed and then asked if we were 'intimate.' I looked uncomfortable but didn't answer. He took that as an answer and said: 'I think you made a good choice and your secret is safe with me.' My uncle is a really special guy."

That night I shared a bed with Barbara. We cuddled and necked for a long time before we made love. When we finally did our psychic link was very strong as was my radiating love. Afterwards we both slept soundly. As I went to sleep I found myself thinking that Barbara is really a very special person and that I am very grateful to have her in my life. 

Sunday. 

We had a visit from Yvonne and Malcolm early in the afternoon. They were both pleased to meet the rest of the Wells family.

Malcolm had read all of our writings that Yvonne had. He had lots of good questions and some interesting takes on some aspects of spiritual reality. He largely stayed away from: "Is Sacred Sex Possible." Mary and Barbara were also active in the conversation. Cindy and Connie mostly just listened. Malcolm is both brilliant and wise. When he left he had copies of everything Ann and I had written plus a number of other books that we thought were exceptional. I wondered if he would find himself in "Interconnections" or in the expanded version.

That night we were again joined by Alice, Maria Elena and Zena for dinner.

Zena was ecstatic, bubbling with joy. She had had a date, two actually. Alice's older sister had a friend who was six foot six and had long been looking for a tall girl. They went out both Friday and Saturday nights. Zena and Ed really hit it off. 




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She said to me: "Your dose of loving energy arrived just after Ed dropped me off at home. It was the perfect end to a beautiful evening."

I spent the night with Mary. We had a wonderful time. I found myself full of gratitude to have each member of the Wells family in my life.

Monday. 

Joyce and Bobbie were busy. Ann was off to class. I mostly spent the day with Mary and Cindy.

I did receive a long email from Lisa. This was not so much questions as a summary of all the reading she had done over the holiday. It was clear that she was connecting with what she had read. She came to a number of fascinating conclusions. It was obvious that she was now in a much happier space. She began the missive with 'Namaste Matt,' She signed the email 'With all my love, Your Lisa.'

Conversation with Kim. 

Kim called and said: "I know you like me in silk so I brought back six silk dresses and three silk blouses. Just for fun I also brought my silk bikini, something I've never dared wear in public."

I replied: "Sounds good."

She asked: "When do you want to get together?"

I answered: "We have company until Wednesday morning. Why don't we plan on Thursday night. How about if I pick you up at seven?"

She replied: "I'll be ready."

Then she blew me a kiss.

After I hung up I found myself thinking: 'Kim is really a very sweet girl.'

Later Monday.

Mary, Cindy and I met Ann on campus for lunch. Then I took them on a short tour. They enjoyed that. I drove them around the area just sightseeing. It was not the best time of the year for that but we had fun anyway.

Several more packages of belly dancing outfits arrived. Joyce and Cindy had fun checking them out. Cindy went wild with Joyce's original collection. We spent hours in the studio. I probably took five hundred photographs total.

The four of us had a nice long soak in the hot tub that evening. 

Ann spent the night back in the dorm.

Cindy and I had a very energetic time that night. That girl can be insatiable. She had gotten into our "Kama Sutra"s and found a bunch of new positions to try.

Tuesday. 

I woke Mary the best way. She was very happy.

Cindy and I took a shower together. We tried the 'foot on shoulder' position again. Cindy really likes that. So do I.

Ann joined us for breakfast and then headed back for class.

We spent the morning with Cindy doing more posing. She is both very energetic and very flexible. Interesting pictures.

After lunch I took a nap. Mary and Cindy were both enjoying our library.

Ann called to let us know that she and Yvonne were coming. We dressed.

Ann and Yvonne arrived at three and worked on their lab for almost an hour.

Then we sat on the sofa while Yvonne filled us in on the phone calls she had received from her uncle. Her uncle has great insight and comes from a somewhat different perspective. I find that I really like him.

After Ann and Yvonne went back to campus we settled in for a nice nude candlelight dinner.

Mary and I shared the damped waterbed. She really loves the astride position. Over the course of the night we made love three times. The first was energetic, the second more sedate, the third calm and relaxed. All were very loving. There is a unique gentleness of spirit with Mary. I find that I am very thankful to know her, especially in the Biblical sense.

Wednesday. 

I woke Cindy the best way. She was a firecracker, exploding in orgasm after orgasm. We were both feeling totally drained when we finished.

Ann again joined us for breakfast. It seemed somewhat solemn. A wonderful week was coming to an end.

Farewells 

They packed up. Ann cut a class to join me in taking them to the airport.

We walked with them to security. I hugged Mary. We shared a gentle but oh so very loving kiss There were tears in her eyes when we ended it. I understood the feeling. Cindy's hug was clingy.

We waited while they cleared security. I blew them each a kiss just before they disappeared from sight. Then I hugged Ann. 

When I got back to 3i I took a nap for an hour and then went back to work. I had a lot of catching up to do.

Ann and I made love that night. I really love Ann.

To be continued.



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This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I still recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marriage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) and Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Ann is a genius who has already written a breakthrough scientific paper. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts. 

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends: 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at the pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). 

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 32.

Contest results. 

The paper printed the contest results giving the percentage of votes. Voting was heavy. It was surprisingly close. Kim won with 18.2%, Ann was second with 17.9%, Doreen third with 17.8%, Brenda and Lisa tied with 17.6% and Kathy last with 10.9%.

Kim called me to say thank you. She said that several people told her that the sheen of her hair and especially the bare shoulders picture made all the difference. We talked for a while. She said that she felt that the result was really a five way tie. I agreed.

I also received a call from George thanking me for the photography. He said that my work contributed greatly to the success of the contest. We chatted for a while. He commented that he wished that he had been allowed to show bikinis. I suggested: "maybe next year."

Yvonne. 

Yvonne came over Thursday about three. We made love in the conventional bed. Then we talked. She was beginning to integrate some of her uncle's insights. It was beautiful to watch. Her gentleness of spirit was becoming ever more apparent.

Kim poses again. 

As I drove over to pick up Kim I found myself thinking about something that Mary said shortly before I left her home: "The desert has turned into a garden and that garden is in full bloom." I thought that the same thing was happening to me, my garden was also in full bloom and Kim was one of the blooming flowers. I felt profoundly thankful.

I picked Kim up in front of her dorm right at seven. She had a suitcase and her makeup kit.

She gave me a peck on the cheek as we were about to drive off. 

She said: "I find that I am really looking forward to this."

I replied: "Me too."

Her smile was full of joy.

As we drove to 3i I explained that I thought we could start using the normal strobes first and then switch to candles later. She was happy with the idea.

Mostly we talked about my sending love. She thought it was just wonderful.

She asked: "Do you really love me?"

I answered: "Yes, but not you alone. I find that I care very much about all of the girls in my life."

She asked: "Is caring the same as loving?"

I replied: "In some ways yes and in some ways no. Love has many forms, so does caring. I tend to think that love at its best becomes really recognizing the god presence at the center of the beloved's being and then acting in ways that nurture that god presence." 

She said: "That is so beautiful. I have never heard a better definition."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Then she asked: "Nurture not worship?"

I responded: "I don't think God in any form wants or needs worship. Likewise he/she/it does not give orders. There is no 'will of God' to be submissive to. What there is is a flow of the Tao. Amazing things begin to happen when we get into this flow, act in harmony with it. The whole thing is very gentle. We nurture the soul, and ultimately the Atman, of those we love when we function in ways that help them in their spiritual journey. This is usually a very subtle thing as opposed to a conscious forcing."

She asked" What is Atman?"

I answered: "The word is a Hindu term for the God within. Divinity with separation. You have an Atman, I have an Atman, Doreen has an Atman. When they have you all convinced of that they spring the larger truth on you. Atman is really Brahman, the one God. We are each the one God and the idea of separation into different beings is really just a very useful illusion."

She responded: "Mmmm."

We arrived at 3i.

I brought her suitcase in and put it on a chair in the third office.

She took out another oriental style dress. This one was a blueish white with a slit up the side to mid thigh.

She asked: "Shall I start with this."

I replied: "Fine."

She asked: "No underwear?"

I replied: "Preferably."

She smiled.

I went to the studio while she changed.

She came in and we shared a really nice hug. It was not too sensual and I mostly kept my hands on her back with only one soft caress of her ass. She has a very nice ass. It is especially nice when packaged in silk.

I smiled and said: "Definitely worth waiting for."

She just lit up.

I shot about fifty pictures.

She decided to work on her makeup. We talked about love. I said that we really needed more words. "The Greeks had Agape, love as God; Philos, love as neighbor ; Storge, love of family; Eros, romantic or sexual love and Epithemia, lustful, needy desire. The Buddha had Maitri - The desire to bring happyness to all sentient creatures, Karuna - The resolve to liberate all creatures from their pain, Mudita - Taking delight in the happyness of others, and Upeksha - An equanimity that allows us to love all beings equally." I said I thought we needed even more.

She changed into another silk dress. This one was western style with a full skirt going to her knees.

Another nice hug. This dress was loose at her ass. I caressed it with both hands. She liked that.

Another fifty pictures.

I took time to brush her hair. Only ten minutes this time.

She told me that she and Doreen had started meditating. 

She said: "The 'monkey mind' is very persistent."

I replied: "Boy is it ever."

She said: "Nevertheless it is very much worth doing. I find that I am calmer and happier somehow, even though I can't say that I have had any real mystical experiences."

She went on to describe several recent events in her life that she felt were synchronistic.

We continued discussing this until I finished her hair.

Twenty more photos.

She changed dresses again. This one was not quite opaque so she was wearing a slip under it.

Another very nice hug. Another thirty pictures.

She asked: "What would you think if I posed in this dress without the slip?"

I responded: "I think that could be very beautiful but would you be comfortable? In other words, would you be true to your integrity?"

She replied: "I want to find out."

She went across the hall and returned without the slip. Her nipples and pubic hair were both somewhat visible through the thin fabric.

She looked truly happy.

I took another thirty shots. 

I said: "The joy I see in your smile answers my question."

She hugged me and gave me a nice kiss. A friendly kiss more than a sexy one.

The next dress was also less than opaque. The top showed a good deal of cleavage. The straps were set wide.

I had taken about thirty shots when she dropped one strap down her arm almost freeing a breast. I took several shots.

Her smile seemed to say: 'I want you to enjoy this.'

She said: "I have two more dresses and some silk blouses but let's go on to the candles."

I said fine and started moving the lights away.

She helped positioning the ladders.

She went across the hall and changed into the first dress again while I lit candles.

I took about twenty shots and then rearranged some candles.

Another twenty pictures.

She changed into the second dress. Somehow it was not as interesting. I only took about ten shots.

We tried the third and fourth dresses both with and without the slip. I got some very good photos. About fifty all together.

We tried her dark blue dress again. The one with the really high slit.

I took about thirty shots.

She asked: "Would you like to see my bikini?"

I said: "Sure."

She went across the hall. She returned in a very interesting bikini. It was a rich medium blue in color. It really emphasized her cleavage. The top featured widely placed straps and a scoop that was almost showing her areolae.

The bottoms were a classical low triangle bikini shape but was so low in front that she needed to tuck her hair down. The back came to just below the middle of her ass. It looked like it was about to fall off.

I said: "Oh my."

She asked: "You like?"

I said: "For sure."

We shared a very nice hug. She was grinding herself into me. I was caressing her back and her ass through her bottoms. She sighed loudly. 

I took about thirty pictures and then she let her straps start to slide down her arms. I took another thirty shots as she almost exposed her breasts.

Her bottoms were starting to slide down a little. She let them. That provided more interesting shots. 

She gave me a quick kiss. 

Her smile was totally engaging, overflowing with joy.

I took several portraits. I made several tight head shots.

At one point I switched to my macro lens and took a number of close ups of her lips and her eyes. 

She asked me: "What makes some clothing sexy?"

I explained: "Basically this: Showing lots of skin, showing skin in unusual places, looking accident prone, looking easy to remove, looking very touchable and looking easy to work around. I also think it is important to be beautiful and make the girl look beautiful too."

She asked if I liked dresses with slits. I said yes, very much.

She said: "Doreen has one that is slit on both sides to above the waist."

She asked: "Should I borrow some clothes from Doreen and come back tomorrow night?"

I said: "Sounds good to me."

She asked me: "When is nudity sacred and when is it profane?"

I answered: "That is not easy to answer. I guess I would start with does it pull you toward or away from your spiritual center?"

She then asked: "How do you tell?"

I replied: "Again not easy to answer. I would say: Do you stay in your integrity? Do you feel more loved and loving or do you feel more lusting and lusted after. Sometimes that can get hard to tell when you are becoming sexually aroused."

She asked: "Can it be sacred if it is arousing or does that automatically make it profane?"

I answered: "Certainly it can be sacred. I would say that often sacred sex is even more arousing and more pleasant than ordinary sex and far more than really profane sex."

I continued: "Coming back to your original question. Another test is: 'How do you think you will feel in the morning?' or better yet: 'How do you think you will feel ten or twenty years from now?' These are not simple questions. Still another way of looking at it is: 'Do I feel it's right?' This is not at all the same as what do your friends or your parents or anybody else think is right but how you feel in your heart of hearts."

I asked her if she wanted to see the pictures. She nodded and we moved to my office where I ran a slideshow. We both loved the results. The photos of her in the dark blue dress turned out to be far better than I had expected.

We hugged again. This time I was caressing her ass not only through her bottoms but under them. She was making very happy noises. 

She went back to the other room and changed back into a dress. She was still without underwear.

She called me in and held out the silk tops she had not modeled. I suggested that she bring them tomorrow. 

She asked: "My bikini too?"

I said: "Yes."

We had a very nice hug.

As I drove her back she asked: "If you had not brushed my hair and taken those last few pictures Ann would probably have won. Do you regret doing that?"

I answered: "Not at all. Ann knows that she is beautiful. Ann knows that I think she is beautiful. Winning the contest was not important to her. It certainly is not important to me to have her win. Yes, Ann is beautiful on the outside but she is even more beautiful on the inside and I rejoyce in that beauty. She is an amazingly loving person."

She nodded. Saying: "I would like to get to know her better."

I continued: "I suspect that winning isn't that important to you either. Yes it is nice but it isn't really that important is it?"

She responded: "Actually no it isn't. But it was very important to Doreen to be a finalist."

We talked about Doreen for a while. I arrived at her dorm and parked the car so we could continue the discussion.

We ended up exploring the relationship of ego to the true self.

It was quarter to twelve when she went in. She gave me a very nice kiss.

She later told me about a conversation she had with another girl in her dorm. This girl had seen Kim leave and also return. 

The girl said: "I'm sorry your overnight didn't work out."

Kim replied: "It was photography not an overnight. I wish it was an overnight. Oh, how I wish it had been an overnight."

Friday business. 

We had three executives from an important client fly in and spend most of the day with us. Ann had talked with each of her professors well ahead of time and was able to take time away from her classes for the meeting. All went smoothly. They were very happy with our output. They also enjoyed meeting Joyce and Bobbie. 

I drove them back to the airport. One of the men commented about the pictures on the hall wall. He asked where I found such beautiful work. I told him that I took them. He was especially fond of the photo of Kim that we had come to call 'the last photo.' I explained about the BOC contest and that many people said that that picture gave her the win. He asked if she was nude. I said no. He commented that that was a pity. I did not explain that I fully expected to take some soon.

Kim still again. 

I again picked her up at seven. 

She was wearing the very first silk dress without underwear.

We talked about ways to love.

We shared a very nice hug as soon as we reached the studio. I caressed her back, then her ass. I found myself bringing one hand around to her hip and caressing skin at the top of the slit in the dress. She had her arms around my neck and held me tight.

She sighed happily. She had an incredible smile on her face. I suspect that I did too.

She whispered: "You're so nice."

I whispered back: "So are you."

She kissed me, softly and gently.

I Thought about sliding my hand into the dress slit, lifting the dress and moving my hand under the dress to again caress her ass. I thought about it, but didn't do it.

I moved my hands back to her back and said: "Maybe we should do some photography before this gets out of hand."

She reluctantly agreed.

She changed into a cute little yellow number with sleeves and a totally open back and flanks. It ended very close to the top of her thighs.

I took about twenty shots. Several emphasized the open sides of her breasts.

She changed into a tight black dress. It was strapless and pushed up her bosom making for a good deal of cleavage. The bottom was starting to show her ass. She was not wearing panties but was not flaunting her pussy or her ass.

I took about thirty shots.

She changed into a strapless red dress. This one was very low in back and on the sides. It had wiring to hold it over her breasts. 

I also took about thirty shots.

She changed into a sweater dress. This one came to mid thigh.

Another thirty shots. 

She moved it to off the shoulder. More shots.

She changed into a white summer dress. Loose except for elastic above and just below her breasts. Very thin fabric giving a hint of her nipples and pubic hair. 

I took about thirty shots and then moved lights to back light it. The result was almost a nude silhouette. Twenty more shots.

I moved the lights again to they were just illuminating the background. The silhouette effect was even better. Twenty more shots.

I tried several different colored gels on the strobe lighting the background. Interesting results. Fifty shots.

She was having fun. We were having fun.

She changed into the second little black dress Doreen had worn for her shoot. Kim did not tie the straps as tight so it was somewhat loose at her breasts. One effect of this was that I found myself imagining standing behind her and having my hands under her dress, caressing her breasts. 

I took about thirty pictures.

We loosened the straps even more and slid the dress down until we were playing peek-a-boo with her nipples. Thirty shots.

She brought out a white lace minidress and asked: "Do I dare?"

I answered: "That is totally up to you."

She went back and changed into it. Her nipples and pubic hair were visible through it but somehow just hidden enough that it really did not seem sexy to me.

I took about twenty shots.

She changed into a blue lace long sleeved long dress. It was solid at all of the strategically important places but the back and flanks were open. It was mostly very tight but flared at mid calf.

I look about thirty five pictures.

This dress zipped up the back. I unzipped it freeing her butt and took an additional ten shots. She wiggled her ass provocatively. She was really having fun.

She changed into a little red dress with a plunging neckline. Her breasts were visible when she leaned forward. She tended to have a wicked smile when she did.

Thirty five pictures. Interesting photographs.

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About thirty five pictures. More broad smiles. She was having fun and it showed.

She posed for several with her hands over her head. Then her navel was in view. I was not sure that she realized how much she was showing. I also took several from behind.

Then she wore a silk blouse with a black skirt which went to mid thigh.

I took about ten shots before she started unbuttoning buttons. I clicked away until it was totally open.

We tied the tails together under her bosom. Her breasts were out. Her nipples were erect. Ten more shots.

Then she said: "Are you ready for a really wild dress."

I smiled and said: "Sure."

Calling it wild turned out to be an understatement. It had a plunging neckline which ended just below her navel. The inner sides of her breasts were visible. The back plunged as well such that she was showing the top of her second cleavage. These were not the wild part however. The wild part was slits on both sides that went well above the waist. There were three straps crisscrossing her back to hold it all together. 

I took about forty shots as she moved in it. This dress was tantalizing in 'accidental' exposure. She was clearly laughing in about ten of the shots. 

She changed into a white dress that went to lower thigh. High collar but a zipper down the front. I took picture after picture as she slowly lowered the zipper. Finally she opened it and let it drop to the floor.

She definitely was a beauty.

She gave me a totally sweet smile. 

She said: "This feels very right in my heart of hearts."

At one point I used a comb to fluff out her pubic hair. She has a beautiful full bush.

She was not the least bit body shy.

I took about fifty shots with the strobes. 

Then we switched to candles.

Another sixty photos, including several extreme close ups of her nipples.

She liked that.

She came to me for a long hug. She ground her body into me. Then we kissed softly. She really liked that. 

Then she asked: "Would you like to oil me up?"

I replied: "Oh yes."

I asked her if she wanted to do her hair up, keep it out of the oil. She did and she did.

I took a series of pictures as she worked on her hair.

I got the bottle of oil and began coating her. She moaned in pleasure when I covered her breasts and again when I did her ass. I did not oil her mons.

She said: "I never really liked being touched before but I certainly enjoy you touching me."

I took over sixty shots, moving the candles, and varying their number several times in the process.

She said: "I really want to hug you now but that would get oil all over your clothes."

I asked: "Shall I undress?"

She nodded and said: "I'd like that." 

I did. I had an erection.

We shared an amazing hug. It lasted all of five minutes. By the end she was panting as I stroked her body and she stroked mine. I did caress her breasts but not her mound.

I said: "Shall we go and get a shower?"

She asked: "Together?"

I replied: "If you wish."

She nodded: "I'd like that."

We put on slippers and I took her upstairs in the elevator.

On the way she said: "By the way I started on the pill the day after you asked me about it. I got Doreen to start too."

I replied: "Good."

We had fun in the shower. She really liked washing my shaft. 

She said: "I've never touched one before, never really seen one either. All I'd seen were pictures."

I smiled. She kissed me again. 

We went back downstairs holding hands the whole way. She was often giving me a shy smile. 

She noticed that my erection was subsiding and was worried. I had to explain about erections. I wondered just what do they teach in sex ed classes?

I loaded the photos into my computer. Then I started a slideshow. She asked me to jump ahead to the oiled shots. I did. We both Ooh-ed and Aah-ed at the results.

She asked me to photograph her: 'down there.' I asked why and she said that she really didn't know what it looked like and was curious. She explained: "A hand mirror just doesn't give a good view."

We went back to the studio and I took about forty shots. Mostly using my macro lens. 

She still had a partial hymen. Her outer lips were fairly large. Her inner lips were somewhat on the small side and a beautiful pink in color. I opened them and they stayed open. I thought: 'A flower coming into bloom.'

I decided not to try getting her clitoris erect, thinking I would save that for another day.

We were walking back to the office to view the latest work when she said: "Doreen asked me a question today and I don't know the answer. I think it is sexual but I don't know for sure so this is sort of embarrassing."

I said: "Go ahead: ask."

She asked: "What is a blow job?"

I explained what it is.

She said: "You're kidding!"

I said: "No. That's what it is and I have no idea how it got that name."

She said: "Oh."

She paused then asked: "Do girls really do that? Do they like it?"

I replied: "Some do and some don't. Some girls say that they really enjoy it."

We talked about it some more. Explaining among other things that some girls wanted the ejaculate outside while others spit it out and still others swallowed it. The idea of swallowing it really grossed her out.

I pointed out that there is also a reverse process called cunnilingus. I explained that and then explained 69.

We hugged. She was very passionate. She began kissing me. I kissed her back, shifting into French kisses. She could not get enough. She rubbed her body into mine every which way. I was soon fully erect. The aroma of her desire was almost overpowering.

Finally we came up for air.

She asked: "Do you like fellatio?"

I said: "Yes but I don't actually have it that often."

She asked: "Has a girl ever done that to you as an extra special way of saying 'thank you?' "

A replied: "I suppose. Why do you ask?"

She smiled and answered: "Because I want to give you an extra special thank you for all the love you are giving me and especially for last night and tonight."

I replied: "Oh."

She said: "What do I do?"

I asked: "Are you sure about this?"

She looked me deep in the eye and said: "More sure than I have been about anything in my life."

I said: "OK. Kneel down."

She knelt in front of me and tentatively took my shaft into her mouth. Being tentative did not last. She was soon licking and sucking and slurping like crazy. 

She stopped just long enough to ask: "How deep is possible?"

I answered: "With practice many girls can take all of it. That's called 'deep throat.' "

She nodded and began trying to deep throat me. Finally she succeeded. 

I warned her that I was approaching orgasm. She nodded and continued sucking, bobbing and swirling.

When I came she swallowed it all.

She looked up at me with a cat ate the canary smile.

She said: "That was good."

Then she said: "I love you very much."

She stood. We kissed gently.

I asked: "Would you like me to give you an orgasm too?"

She shook her head and said: "Some other time. I don't want anything to detract from this moment."

She was radiating a beautiful spiritual energy. I found myself very aware of her as a spiritual being. I told her so. We kissed again.

Then we looked at the pictures. When I took them they were of a pussy but now it was a yoni. She was a sacred being and that was her sacred spot. I explained the difference. She asked about my penis. I explained that it might be a cock or a lingam, a wand of light. She liked that.

She was fascinated with the pictures. I suggested that we take a few more now that she was all juicy. We did. Her clitoris was in view. She really liked those.

She asked: "Do you think that I should shave?"

I answered: "No. Certainly not all of it. You might want to trim the loose hairs on your inner thighs and maybe even your outer lips but that would be all."

She reached down and felt the area in question.

She said: "Oh. How would I do that?"

I asked: "Do you want me to shave you there?"

She looked hopeful and said: "Please."

I said: "Come on."

We started with a long session on the bidet. I think she was close to orgasm when we stopped.

She gave me a delicious hug. She worked at maximizing skin on skin contact. Her tongue was doing amazing things in my mouth. She had me fully hard again.

We moved to the massage table and I applied hot shaving foam. She really liked me working it in. Then I ever so carefully shaved the areas in question with a blade type razor. I wiped her down with a wet wash cloth and dried her with a towel. 

Then I applied a thin coat of massage oil. She really liked that.

We went back to the studio for a few more pictures.

Then we went to dress.

We made out for another half hour.

She said: "We have barely scratched the surface of Doreen's collection."

I drove her back to her dorm.

She was mostly silent on the drive. She sat quietly with a contented smile on her face.

When we got to her dorm, we kissed softly.

She said: "Thank you again for all the love. I love you more than you know."

To be continued.



Driving in Snow Ch. 33



This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I still recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marriage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) and Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Ann is a genius who has already written a breakthrough scientific paper. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts.

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends: 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at the pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). The results are announced. Kim won, Ann is second. Kim poses for Matt. (Ch. 32)

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 33.

Saturday.

I began the day by sorting Kim's photos. I created nine folders: Exceptional, good and not so good; G, R and X rated. I copied shots that I really liked into the exceptional folders and moved the not so good ones into those folders.

The phone rang at about ten in the morning. It was Kim suggesting that she and Doreen come over for more photography. It was clear that they both would pose.

I said: "Fine. When?"

She suggested this evening.

I said that I would pick them up at seven.

She ended the call with: "I love you" and blew me a kiss.

Not five minutes later the phone rang again. It was Brenda. She wanted to know if I wanted her to pose some more.

I said: "I would like that very much. When?"

She replied: "Whenever."

I asked: "How about now?"

I could hear the joy in her reply: "I'd like that."

I offered to pick her up. We arranged to meet in her dorm parking lot in half an hour.

Brenda poses again.

I picked her up right on time. She brought a suitcase. I carried the suitcase in from the car and set it on a chair in the third office. It felt heavy.

She was wearing a white top with a dark blue skirt which went almost to the knee and dark hose. The top was tight across her bosom; almost straining at the buttons.

We hugged. She has very nice energy. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big grin.

I asked her: "What did you bring?"

She replied: "I was not sure what to bring so I brought lots of stuff: everything from my prom dresses to a bikini."

I smiled: "Those all work for me."

She grinned and said: "Let me show you."

She opened her suitcase lifted out a white prom dress. Strapless with a full skirt. She had a frilly petticoat to go with it.

She said: "This is the one I wore to my junior prom."

She set it aside and removed another. This was a satin sheath with widely spaced straps supporting a relatively low neckline. The color was pale green. She said: "Senior prom."

She then removed several button down the front tops and several skirts. One of the tops was somewhat sheer.

Then a bright yellow strapless summer dress and a white strapless dress with an elastic top.

Finally she produced her bikini.

She said: "Where shall I start?"

I replied: "How about with what you are wearing."

She smiled.

I took about twenty photos.

I suggested removing her bra.

She brightened considerably and said: "OK."

She went across the hall and returned promptly. She had the top three buttons open.

I took about ten shots. Then she popped another button. I took another ten.

She did it again. Things were getting more 'interesting.'

Her nipples were hard.

I continued to shoot pictures.

She opened still another button. Her top was now open to below her bosom but the gap was not wide.

She lifted an eyebrow. I nodded slightly.

She widened the gap. She was not yet exposing nipples but she was showing a good deal of the inside of each breast.

More shots.

She popped the last button.

She said: "You really like my boobs don't you?"

I replied: "I like you and those magnificent boobs are just part of the package."

She went: "Mmmm. You really know how to charm a girl."

I responded: "This girl is already charming."

We both laughed.

She stretched backwards slightly causing the top to pull tight against her breasts.

Three more pictures.

Then she leaned forward slightly so that the top was gapping free of her breasts.

She gave me a big grin.

I took another ten shots, moving from left to right as I did.

She then pulled the top free of her skirt.

More shots as it dangled open.

She said: "Are they still worthy of worship?"

I answered: "You bet."

She held them up and I kissed them again."

She sighed.

I took another twenty shots.

She removed her top completely.

I took another dozen shots.

She hugged me. Her breasts were soft and squishy against my chest. We kissed, a soft and gentle kiss. I caressed her back and then her butt. She was wearing a garter belt.

We held this for several minutes. There was lots of spiritual energy flow. Again, she leaned her head against my chest. I caressed her hair and kissed the top of her head.

She lifted her head and said: "How about a prom dress?"

I replied: "Sounds good to me."

She went to change.

She came back in her junior prom dress. She had me zip it up.

This dress showed a beautiful cleavage.

I took about forty pictures. Some standing and some seated. Front, quarter, side, over the shoulder and from a ladder.

Beautiful girl in a beautiful dress.

She had me slide the zipper down six inches.

That changed the shape of her cleavage without showing any more breast.

Ten more shots. Three from the ladder.

She had me unzip it the rest of the way and went to change.

She returned wearing a different top and a skirt that went to mid thigh. No bra. The tops of her stockings were just covered.

Again we played the button game, ending with the top open.

I had her play with the skirt a bit, showing off the garter belt attachments to her hose.

She was having fun and it showed.

She changed into the white dress. The top six inches were elastic material. This shaped her bosom in a very interesting way. She started with this totally covering her breasts but worked it slowly down until it was below them. I got lots of good pictures.

She changed into the yellow summer dress. It was strapless with elastic only at the top. It was very loose below the elastic. The dress was short enough that the tops of her hose were occasionally showing.

I took a few pictures and then suggested that stockings really did not fit with a summer dress.

She went across the hall and removed them along with her garter belt.

This dress emphasized her breast jiggle as she walked. I enjoyed the effect.

We hugged again. Her breasts felt nice against my chest. Lots of Chi flow. We again kissed softly. I caressed her back and her ass. She was wearing panties.

She took one of my hands and brought it to her breast. I squeezed gently. She sighed happily. I began to play with a nipple. She began to moan. We kissed again; this time with tongue. We were both panting within a minute.

Finally I said: "This is getting dangerous."

We released.

She replied: "Especially since I'm not taking birth control pills."

I responded: "I suggest you start. Especially after the Beauty on Campus contest lots of guys will be after you and it is best to be safe."

She then said: "Actually I think I should start but just for one man. A whole lot will have to happen before we do anything but for the first time in my life I've met someone where I feel it would be right."

I said: "He will be a lucky young man."

She said: "He is not that young."

I asked: "How old is he?"

She replied: "I'm not sure. He looks at least fifty but he is very wise so I think he is significantly older. Let me ask: How old are you?"

I answered: "Over seventy. Why?"

She said: "That lucky man might be over seventy."

I said: "Oh my."

We kissed gently, no tongue.

She said: "More pictures."

I shot about ten and then moved the lights to the background.

I took another twenty. I had her face in different directions. In a few of them her panties were obvious.

She slipped the elastic down to below her breasts.

I moved the lights back and took another ten.

She moved it down to her waist. This effectively changed the dress into a skirt. I took about ten shots.

I suggested she wear it low on her hips. She reached up under the skirt and removed her panties.

I took about twenty more shots. Some from behind were showing a second cleavage as she adjusted it.

Some from the front were giving a hint that she really was a natural blonde.

We hugged again. I caressed her back and then her ass. We did not let ourselves get carried away.

She said: "How about the senior prom dress?"

I answered: "OK."

She returned wearing it.

We hugged again.

The only thing under the dress was Brenda. She felt wonderful.

I said: "I just have to ask: What did you wear to the prom under this dress?"

She asked: "A half slip, a strapless bra, panties and pantyhose. Why?"

I replied: "If you had worn it like this I could just imagine your date coming in his pants dancing with you."

She blushed: "It's that sexy like this?"

I responded: "Yep."

She replied: "Oh."

Then she said: "Pictures."

I took about thirty. Some standing and some sitting. I even took a few from the ladder. Various angles and various lighting.

She slipped the straps down her arms and pulled the front down freeing her breasts. Then she tucked it under them. I took another thirty. Her expressions varied from playful to coy to very sensual.

Then we hugged again. I was getting used to holding girls dressed in silk or satin. Both were very erotic.

She said: "Bikini?"

I replied: "Go for it."

She returned in a very nice but tame bikini.

We hugged.

Then I took about thirty shots.

She said: "I wish I had a skimpier one but I sometimes go to the beach with my parents so I bought this."

I responded: "My secretary keeps a stock of, shall we say: 'Interesting' suits. You may check them out if you wish."

We went across the hall and dug into the bathing suit drawer in Joyce's dresser. She ruled most out immediately as too skimpy to cover 'the essentials.' she did find a few that she thought might work.

She pulled out a two straps suit and asked: "What's this?"

I replied: "A bathing suit."

She looked very dubious: "Really??"

I said: "Yes. Why don't you try it on."

She said: "How?"

I explained.

She said: "Turn around."

It did not take her long to change into it.

She struck a pose, cocking a hip and said: "You like?"

I replied: "Oh yes." I found my body reacting as well as my mind. I was rapidly developing an erection.

We hugged. She noticed and rubbed herself against it. I found myself running my hands up and down her flanks and back. Then I shifted to massaging her ass. We were kissing and our tongues were dancing.

I said: "We had better stop. Photos?"

She sighed and said: "You're right."

I took about forty shots as she clowned around in the suit. She ended with the straps next to her breasts.

Then she slipped it off.

She was indeed a natural blonde. A stripe more than a triangle. Soft and curly. Not too thick. The color was not that different than her skin. I noticed that her inner lips were prominent, even though she was not showing off her genitals.

She never looked happier than she did now.

I took about sixty pictures.

She came into my arms for another hug. It was surprisingly non-sexual.

She said: "You're overdressed."

I undressed and we hugged again.

I found that we were heading into a more melding space. Lots of Chi flow. I felt very loved and very loving. No lust at all. We kissed gently. She again rested her head against my chest. There was even more Chi flow. She held me tight while I caressed her back and her hair.

After about five minutes we moved to a chair. She sat on my lap with her head on my shoulder. We occasionally kissed softly but mostly just cuddled. The Chi flow continued unabated.

She said: "This is so nice."

I was getting hungry. It was mid afternoon and we had not had lunch.

I asked: "Are you hungry?"

She answered: "Now that you mention it; I am famished."

I took her hand and guided her toward the elevator.

She asked: "Where are we going?"

I answered: "Upstairs for lunch."

She asked: "Naked, like this?"

I replied: "Why not. Are you uncomfortable?"

She answered: "Actually I have never been more comfortable."

I kissed her cheek and we rode the elevator upstairs.

We raided the refrigerator for sandwich makings and enjoyed a nice lunch together.

She said: "Now all we need is some romantic music."

I said: "That can be arranged."

I went and put some on the sound system.

We had just put our dishes in the dishwasher and were walking toward the living room when a waltz came up.

I said: "May I have this dance?"

She nodded and we waltzed abound the living room.

The next number was a slow ballad. We cuddled together. Her breasts were pressed into my chest and my hands were massaging her ass. My erection was pinned between our bellies. We danced like a couple of lust crazy teenagers dancing to a 'slow dance.'

We moved to the sofa at the end of the song. Again she sat on my lap with her head on my shoulder. One breast was squeezed onto my chest. We occasionally kissed softly, tenderly. The Chi flow was wonderful. Basically we just cuddled. Mostly I just stroked her back. Occasionally I would caress her free breast but not for long at any time.

I was not feeling at all lustful, nonetheless I was glad we were keeping it tame. I was aware of just how easily I could shift into a mode of being very lustful. The few remaining condoms were back in Ann's dorm room.

When the CD ended we went back downstairs.

I had her pose in her garter belt and stockings. Very cute, very sexy. Thirty pictures.

She tried two of Joyce's bikinis. She flirted. Fifty pictures.

I ran a slideshow. She really liked the pictures.

We shared another glorious hug.

We dressed and I drove her back to her dorm.

She commented during the drive: "This has been a most wonderful day. Thank you."

I sat and meditated for almost an hour before fixing myself some dinner.

I checked my email and found a message from Lisa. She was wondering if we could get together. I called her and we set up getting together the next day at eleven.

Doreen and Kim pose.

I picked the girls up right at seven. Kim had her makeup case and Doreen had a suitcase.

Kim gave me a kiss. Doreen raised an eyebrow in response.

We talked about meditation. Both girls were finding that the practice was improving their lives.

Doreen said: "Classwork seems less stressful. It's like I was fighting the material before."

I said: "You probably were. When we expect something to be hard it becomes hard. If we approach our work with reduced expectations, which is part of what meditation provides, we often find it is actually easy."

Kim responded: "Amen."

We all laughed.

We arrived at 3i. I carried the suitcase into the third office and put it on a chair.

Kim was wearing a purple silk blouse and a matching skirt. Her blouse was buttoned almost to the top but she was not wearing a bra. One result was that she jiggled nicely.

Doreen was wearing a black dress showing moderate cleavage and going to mid thigh.

Doreen opened the case. It was packed full.

She extracted several dresses and set them on chairs.

She said: "This is sort of weird."

I asked: "How so?"

She replied: "I guess I never thought that I'd actually wear any of these for a man."

I asked: "Then why do you buy them?"

She answered: "You know, I don't really know. When I see them I think: 'Oh, I'd look good in that.' So I buy it. The idea of having someplace where I might actually wear something like these just doesn't occur to me. When I get home I try them on once and then put them away. Only then do I realize that I'll never wear them in public."

She continued: "I do have dreams and fantasies about wearing them however."

I asked: "What are some of your dreams and fantasies?"

She paused thinking then said: "Well, several types actually. In the first one I am at a party and I'm the only girl there who is wearing something really sexy and all the guys are paying lots of attention to me."

Kim said: "That sounds like a fairly standard wish scene to me."

I nodded.

Doreen then said: "In another fantasy I am again at a party but now all the girls are in really sexy outfits and I am still the hit of the party."

I laughed and said: "That sounds like our Halloween party."

Both girls went: "Oh?"

I proceeded to describe what went on.

Kim said: "You don't strike me as the sort of person who would host a party like that."

I replied: "I'm not. That party just sort of happened." I went on to describe the skinny-dipping pool parties and how they tended to stay non sexual.

Kim said: "That sounds more like you. Will you invite me to one when you start up again in the spring?"

Doreen popped in: Me too?"

I replied: "Yes I will."

They both smiled.

Doreen continued: "Another one is that I am walking down the street or across campus in one of the more extreme of these and everybody just treats me normally."




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I responded: "That is supposedly also common but usually the girl is imagining herself naked. Sometimes it is being naked in some place like church."

She said: "I have those too."

Kim said: "So do I."

Doreen then said: "In another dream my boyfriend is taking me to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. I'm usually wearing a dress with a low cut top. Part way through the meal he gets up and comes around behind me and slides the dress free of my breasts. Then he sits down again and we finish the meal with my breasts exposed. The other patrons do not seem to notice."

I asked: "Have you ever eaten a meal topless or nude?"

She blushed and said: "Of course not. Have you ever had a meal with a girl who was?"

I answered: "Actually I have. Sometimes one, sometimes more. Never more than five girls however. Some of them have been by candlelight."

Kim said; "Five girls - how, who?"

I said: "The first one with five was a breakfast actually. A mother, three daughters and one daughter's best friend. They are all soul mates. I made a joke about being in the bosom of my family."

Doreen said: "I can't even imagine being naked with a man far less with my mother there."

We talked about this for a while. I explained that the group liked being nude together non-sexually.

I also pointed out that I was sexually active with all of them.

Kim said: "I would have difficulty sharing a lover with one other person far less four. I can't even begin to imagine sharing a lover with my mother."

That spurred even more conversation.

I came back to the point that in each case it was primarily a spiritual union and that in each case there was a different psychic effect. I described each, talking about Barbara's last.

Doreen asked: "Is that what happened the weekend before Thanksgiving and several times over the holiday?"

I replied: "Yes it is. How did you feel about it?"

She replied: "It was wonderful but I wish you had warned me about it first. At first I wondered if I was going crazy. Going crazy in a marvelous way but going crazy nonetheless."

Kim said: "I'm sorry. I knew about it. I should have told you."

Doreen looked at me and said: "Anyway, thank you. It was past wonderful."

I kissed her on the cheek. She responded by kissing me on the mouth. Kim smiled.

I said: "Photography?"

Doreen replied: "Yes but I want to tell you about one other dream first. It was the restaurant dream except when my date exposed me, everyone else in the place applauded. I didn't blush, I didn't feel embarrassed, I felt proud. I stood up and bowed. The people applauded even louder."

She commented: "Are those dreams weird or what?"

I said: "No, I think those are all reasonable fantasies."

Doreen said: "I'm not actually going to wear most of what I brought but Kim wanted you to see the kind of things I have been buying."

Then I repeated: "Photography?"

She looked glum.

I asked: "Doreen, what is wrong?"

She was silent for a few seconds and then answered: "I don't know what the rules are. When you took my pictures before it was for the contest. In a funny way that was fun. Kim says that these are just for fun. I know she had a wonderful time Thursday and yesterday. I thought I could have fun too but now that I'm here I am suddenly not sure."

I replied: "The rules are whatever you want them to be. Whatever makes you comfortable."

She responded: "But that's just it. I don't know what I want them to be. The last time I posed for you I was much more daring than I thought I would be."

I asked: "Do you have some regrets from last time?"

She answered: "No. Maybe that's the problem. I am scaring myself. I brought that one button dress just to show you. I didn't plan on actually wearing it."

I asked: "Maybe you need to focus on the larger questions: What do you want out of life and how do you want it to unfold?"

Doreen answered: "Right now I want to feel that people like me. I want to stop feeling scared around people. I want to be loved. Oh God, I just want to be happy."

I said: "There are multiple levels to happiness: There is the ego level which thinks it will be happy when it gets what it wants. That form of happiness is transitory if not outright fleeting. There is living with compassion. There is being in tune with your soul's purpose, working your saddharma. Finally there is transcending all of that and being in a state of pure awareness, living the 'I AM.' "

We talked about this for a while. Then we came back to Doreen.

Kim said: "Look: You are beautiful, you are smart, you are nice so why shouldn't people like you. All you have to do is relax and let people get to know you. You told me that you turned down every guy in high school who asked you out. I told you before that that was being silly and I'm saying it again."

I said: "Kim likes you and I like you. In fact I like you a lot."

Doreen responded: "Do you really?"

I answered: "Yes and you don't need to pose for me."

I continued: "You need to decide what your rules are. Don't blindly adopt somebody else's rules. Especially don't do something you are not comfortable with just because someone else expects you to. Instead create your own. Create them from your internal knowing. Trust yourself."

Doreen replied: "Mmmm."

I said: "Lets move upstairs and I'll start a fire in the fireplace."

Both girls nodded. Doreen looked much happier.

We went upstairs and I started a fire. We moved a sofa to in front of the fireplace.

We sat down. I was in the middle.

Kim said: "This is nice."

I said: "Do you want to know the real secret to being loved?"

Both girls nodded.

I said: "Be loving."

Doreen asked: "Love who?"

I replied: "Love everybody, all the time. This does not mean being a doormat or a sucker, instead it is living in a state of love."

Kim said: "Like Matt does."

I commented: "I try but I do not always succeed."

Kim said: "Oh I think you do a pretty good job."

I said: "Thank you."

I then said: "I must point out that being loving does not necessarily mean being sexual. Getting caught up in inappropriate sex can become a huge trap."

We discussed this for a while. Then we were quiet.

Both girls were leaning into me. Kim rested her head on my shoulder. I had my arms around their shoulders.

We were quiet for several minutes. The fire crackled.

Doreen rested her head on my other shoulder.

I found that I was sending love but only at a very low level. It was going to my whole list and that list now included Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa.

Kim sighed. Then she moved and kissed my cheek. Then she snuggled back down.

Several minutes passed.

Kim took my hand and brought it to her breast. Doreen watched her do it.

I gently caressed a very nice breast. Kim sighed again. Her nipple was hard. It is very nice to caress a breast through silk. I kissed her head.

I gently caressed Doreen's shoulder.

Doreen said: "I would like to pose for you."

I asked: "Are you sure?"

She replied: "Yes I'm sure."

On the way downstairs Kim asked: "How daring do you plan to be?"

Doreen answered: "Very."

Then she asked: "Kim, how daring will you be?"

Kim laughed and replied: "Every bit a daring as you are."

They were.

I ended up shooting both of them oiled by candlelight. Those pictures were fantastic but not nearly as sexy as many of Doreen's fashions.

The three of us in the shower together was really crowded. We had fun, especially Doreen.

To be continued.



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This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I still recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marriage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) and Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Ann is a genius who has already written a breakthrough scientific paper. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts. 

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends: 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at the pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). The results are announced. Kim won, Ann is second. Kim poses for Matt (Ch. 32). Brenda, Kim and Doreen pose (Ch. 33).

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

Chapter 34.

Sunday. 

Ann arrives. 

I was already working when Ann arrived. She came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. Then she bent over and started nibbling on my ear. 

She whispered: "Wouldn't you rather be in bed?"

I emitted a happy sigh and whispered back: "If you were with me."

I stood and took her hand. We headed upstairs. 

On the way she asked: "Did you talk with Barbara last night?"

I replied: "No, but I was sitting with Kim and Doreen in front of a fire."

She responded with a smile: "Ummm."

I asked: "I know I was sending love but it seemed far weaker than usual. How did it seem to you?"

She answered: "It seemed weaker yes but also unusually gentle, a quietly affirming: 'You are loved.' "

I went: "Ummm."

We began with an extended make out session while relaxing on the damped waterbed. Only then did we make love and making love it was in a very tender way. We ended with our telepathic link firmly in place.

Again I sang: "Nothin' could be fine-ah..."

Again she laughed.

Then we used the Jacuzzi together. We had fun.

She thought that I should take Kim to bed. 

Our telepathic conversation went far and wide. 

At one point we considered how to spend the winter break. We had quite a bit of 3i business on our plate but Ann really wanted to go to Florida and so did I actually. She had been talking with Fil about it and a plan was starting to take shape. The three of us would fly to Florida together and stay at our condo. Fil would stay a month or six weeks while Ann and I would only stay ten days. This would give Fil more time with the family that was there. I thought about visiting our other son in North Carolina and our other daughter in Colorado.

Lisa visits. 

I picked Lisa up in front of her dorm. She gave me a bright smile. She was carrying a backpack.

I asked: "What did you bring?"

She answered: "Several books, my laptop and a bunch of knitted bikinis. I really do not have much in the way of really sexy clothing."

I said: "Oh, I don't know, what you had last time was quite spectacular."

She replied: "Most of that was borrowed. The only one of those that was mine was the first white dress."

I said: "I wondered about that. The black dress somehow didn't seem like something you would wear."

She replied: "It really isn't. It is my roommate's. She is shorter and it is not nearly as extreme on her. I didn't try it on before I came over. If I had I probably would not have brought it. I'm very glad I did however."

I responded: "I'm glad you did too."

Then I asked: "What books did you bring?"

She answered: "Two that really seem to speak to me. First is 'The Visionary Window' and the other is: 'The Seat of the Soul.' "

I responded: "Powerful books, both of them."

She said: "I had something weird, weird and wonderful happen several times when I was reading "Seat of the Soul." I found myself feeling loved, really loved. I put the book down and just basked in it. One strange part of this was that I felt that somehow you were doing it."

I replied: "Did this happen on the Friday and Saturday nights before Thanksgiving?"

She answered: "Yes. Also several times during thanksgiving week. How did you know?"

I replied: "My soul was sending love. It often happens when I make love with Ann's sister Barbara."

She said: "Oh, my."

I gave her a very quick explanation. Then we went back to talking about the books.

She said: "I'm finding the idea that consciousness created matter rather than the other way around to be totally fascinating. The ramifications are truly awesome."

I agreed.

She hugged me when we arrived at 3i. My kind of hug. Ummm.

Ann joined us. We sat in the conference room and talked about these topics for over an hour. Lisa liked Ann's answers to her questions. The conference room chairs are very comfortable.

Lisa broke out her laptop and took some notes.

Ann asked Lisa: "I have been working on a book on the philosophical ramifications of modern physics. It is far from done but would you like to read a draft as it exists today? I have tentatively titled it: 'It's Bits, not Ergs.' I would like your feedback."

Lisa happily agreed.

Ann started it printing.

Our conversation continued.

Then I suggested that we have lunch.

We took the elevator upstairs.

I asked: "What would you like for lunch? We have lots of different sandwich makings as well as several kinds of soup."

We ended up having soup.

Lisa's smile was as warm as the soup.

I asked her how she ended up with such a determinist worldview. She explained that Mr. Stone her high school Chemistry and Physics teacher had told them that this was 'the scientific view.'

Ann said: "How sad."

Lisa agreed: "And it isn't even true. I'm coming to understand that he really knew a whole lot less about science than he thought he did."

I replied: "Determinism is pretty much dead but most of the scientific world still believes in materialism. I'm afraid it will die a slow death."

She than said: "I'm afraid you are right, but people like Amit Goswami, Peter Russell and Henry Stapp make a compelling case for the primacy of consciousness. Thank you so much for pointing me to them."

I replied: "You are very welcome. I am coming to believe that this will be the next scientific revolution and that it will be as big or bigger than the relativity and quantum revolutions."

Ann laughed.

I looked at Ann and said: "You are very much doing your part."

I explained about Ann's papers and how I thought that they would have a major impact on quantum physics and the philosophical ramifications thereof.

Lisa said: "Neat."

Ann looked at her watch and said: "I will need to leave in about ten minutes. Fil and I are going to the movies."

Lisa asked: "Who is Phil?"

I answered: "It's really Filipina and she is my wife."

Lisa looked surprised and said: "I had thought you and Ann were..."

Ann said: "Lovers?"

Lisa looked embarrassed and said: "Well, yes."

Ann said: "We are."

I said: "Ann and Fil are friends over many lifetimes. I find that I love Fil far more because Ann is in my life and now I have other lovers as well."

We started talking about reincarnation, spiritual families and love within families..

Ann looked at her watch and said: "I need to go."

She said: "I expect to be really busy until the end of finals. I may not see you until then." 

Then she telepathed: 'Just remember: 'I love you very much.' '

I responded in kind.

I gave her a really nice hug, complete with a sloppy kiss and she headed off.

We turned down our telepathic link but did not shut it down completely.

Lisa said: "Ann is a lucky girl."

I replied: "I'm a lucky guy to have her in my life."

I went on to give a very short summary of how we met.

Lisa said: "Wow."

I then explained in some detail about how I send love.

She then said: "I just love being a recipient. I get all warm and happy inside. I've never really felt loved before, really loved. "

I asked her about her dating life. She did date some in high school but never let things progress too far. Here in college she would hang out with several guys but that tended to be a group thing without any 'physical' activity.

We walked downstairs and I removed "It's Bits" from the printer and proceeded to bind it using our binding machine. While I bound the book she retrieved her backpack.

She thanked me.

She asked: "Pictures?"

I replied: "Sounds good to me."

We moved to the studio. She pulled out a white bikini, followed by an orange one and a wad of purple suits. She spread them out on the table. Both the white bikini and the orange one were fairly tame and were fully lined. She also had five tops and five bottoms all made from the same purple yarn.

The first top was very modest featuring wide straps and was fully lined.

The second was a tube top, also lined.

The third was a modest two triangles.

The fourth was a skimpier two triangles. This one was not lined.

The fifth was also a skimpy two triangles. This one was also not lined and was a more open knit.

The first bottom was very modest. It was fully lined and looked like it would almost cover her navel.

The second was also lined and a modest triangle shape.

The third was a smaller classic triangle shape. Lined.

The fourth was a string bikini shape.

The fifth was basically a 'g-string.'

She placed each pair together. Then she said: "I've never worn the last two in public."

She said: "Turn around." I did. She changed into the most modest purple suit.

I took about twenty pictures.

I again turned my back while she changed into her white suit.

The bottom was intriguing. It was held an inch away from her tummy by her hip bones and her mons.

Thirty photos. I had her take a few looking down her front. You could actually see pubic hair in a couple of them.

Her orange suit and the second purple suit were similar. The effect was more pronounced with the third purple suit. Lots of very nice pictures.

She said: "I've been thinking that I should shave."

I replied: "Why haven't you?"

She answered: "I guess I'm scared of nicking myself. I don't quite know how to shave what I can't see."

I responded: "Have you considered an electric shaver?"

She replied: "Would that really work?"

I answered: "Ann's roommate uses one. However she does prefer to have me shave her with a blade. I've suggested that she train her boyfriend."

She said: "How in the world did you end up shaving her?"

I answered: "You know, I'm not really sure. Now she certainly likes my shaves. She even wants me to shave her on her wedding day."

She asked: "Will you?"

I replied: "Probably, but I'm sure that I will find it somewhat weird. I would want the groom's permission."

She said: "I'm sure."

Then she said: "Do you think I should shave?"

I answered: "Do you want to?"

She responded: "Yes but I would still like your opinion."

I replied: "Show me."

She pulled down her bottoms.

Her mound was very prominent and covered with sparse black curls.

I said: "Very pretty but it would also look very good shaved. Do you want me to shave you?"

She said: "Please."

I said: "Come on."

We went upstairs and I used my usual procedure for shaving a girl. She had never used a bidet before and found it quite arousing. She also really liked my finishing off with massage oil.

She was very pleased. So was I.

She gave me a big hug.

We went back to photography. 

The last two suits were spectacular. Then we did nudes. Her mons is incredibly photogenic.

She found posing to be sexually arousing. Her nipples were hard right from the start. By the end her juices were really flowing and she was showing a definite sex skin effect on her upper chest.

Her aroma was intoxicating.

I took a number of close ups of her genitals. Her hymen was partially intact. Her juices were dripping even before I began adjusting the position of her lips. She was very sensitive and really enjoyed my touching her there. She really was a flower coming into bloom.

Her expressions were sensual and sometimes almost seemed to be pleading.

I too was feeling her energy, I was fully erect.

Lisa. 

She took me in her arms for an extended hug. She ground herself into me.

My intuition was screaming: 'Make love with her.'

Between kisses she said: "Do you remember when you gave me that chocolate?"

I nodded.

She continued: "I've been given chocolate many times before but that time was different, very different. My heart knew that you were giving it to me as an act of love, your heart was reaching out to touch my heart. You weren't expecting anything in return. You weren't trying to get me to do anything except be happy. Somehow the soul that I didn't even know that I had was lighting up like a Christmas tree saying: Yes, Yes, Yes. In that moment I knew that for the first time in my life, I was loved, really loved."

She kissed me again. Long, slow and oh so lovingly.

Then she said: "I've been on the pill ever since. I would really like to make love with you. Do you think it would be all right with Ann if we made love?"

I heard Ann's answer in my mind. She said: "Go for it."

I said: "Ann and I are in slight telepathic communication. Her answer to your question was: 'Go for it.' " 

Lisa said: "Oh my."

She ground her hips tighter into mine. Her hip bones were welcoming as they surrounded mine and her mons was again saying: "Hi there."

I said: "Ann finds the more I love, the more I love her."

I sensed Ann shutting down our link. She would respect Lisa's privacy.

We talked about this as we walked upstairs.

We used the damped waterbed.

She was impatient. I wanted to stretch her with my fingers for easier and less painful entry but she was not willing to wait. She did not seem to be in any discomfort at any time although she did bleed quite a bit. She gave me a chorus of: "Yes, yes, ... yes, Oh yes, oh God yes, yes, yes, yes." She quickly began rising to meet my thrusts. Her body was on fire. Both her orgasm and mine were spectacular.

I saved the towel.

When it was all over I found that I felt very loved. I suspect that she did too.

We cuddled together on the bed for an additional hour. I caressed her. She caressed me.

As I was dropping her off at her dorm she said: "I probably won't get a chance to see you again before next term but I will keep in touch by email. Meanwhile, just know that I love you with all my heart."

Her good bye kiss was scrumptious. 

Finals. 

Ann was exempted from taking the final exams in most of the classes she was taking. She made up for this by signing up for credit by examination in classes she was not taking such that she had a full schedule of final exams. Five days: ten exams. Ann was spending every minute she could find in the library studying up on the classes she had never taken. In some ways it was good that these classes were math, science and engineering and thus objective at their core as opposed to humanities that can be very subjective and thus subject to the professor's opinions.

I thought: 'Ann, you are being a glutton for punishment.' 

Monday. 

I had a very productive day at work followed by a very nice chat with Bobbie. We were finding that our conversations weren't any different if we were dressed or if we were nude. This time we both stayed dressed.

She was developing a very sophisticated spiritual outlook. It was still more logical thought than intuitively relaxing into the experience. Nonetheless, she had some very profound insights. I found myself feeling very grateful to have another genius girl in my life.

This time we had a discussion about the size of spiritual families. Different authors suggested differing sizes. She said that there seem to be rings in the structure and maybe some of the differences were looking at immediate and various levels of extended family differently. She said that the 144 number seemed very low and one thousand seemed much more reasonable. I agreed. Likewise we often found ourselves working with only one or two in a given lifetime.

We talked about Barbara and Connie. Bobbie felt that they were definitely family. 

She ended this discussion saying: "I am so happy being with my spiritual family. You, Ann, Joyce, Barbara, Connie, Yvonne and I suspect that I will be meeting many more."

Then she changed topics. She said: "I haven't masturbated in weeks, I have not felt the need. Instead I just feel very loved when I am around you. Actually both you and Ann. You are right, love does not have to be sexual."

I kissed her gently. She sighed happily.

We shared a very nice hug. I sat down with her on my lap. We cuddled softly. It wasn't sexual but it was very loving.

Then she talked about how I should have sex with Joyce more often and how we did not have to abstain when she was in the building. 

I felt even more loved.

Tuesday. 

I got to 3i early. Joyce was there and we made love using the undamped waterbed.

Like Monday the day was very productive. 

Yvonne called with a problem. Her last exam was next Monday, she needed to be out of the dorm by Wednesday but Malcolm could not come to get her until Saturday. I invited her to stay here. She said: "Thank you, thank you."

Bobbie was building a prototype of one of her designs. She would use a computer to drive it's inputs for testing. She tossed together a quick and dirty program to run the tests.

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Joan called me to ask if we could get together. I said sure. I drove over and picked her up.

She said: "I've been studying hard and now I need a break. What better break could there be than something hard from the man I love."

I replied: "Horny girl."

She responded: "Always when I think about you and I think about you a whole lot."

Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Joan was all over me as soon as soon as we were inside 3i. I had called her horny before but that was proving to be an understatement. Once we were upstairs she peeled off her clothes and then started on mine.

We necked, petted and made love on the sofa. She was very passionate throughout. She did not claw my back.

I drove her back to school.

I found there was a bounce in my step as I returned to work.

Suz stopped by at quarter to five to visit with Joyce. I entered the conversation for about ten minutes. Suz is an intriguing person. She has a subtle depth to go with her exuberance. This would become a common occurrence. She generally stayed twenty minutes to half an hour.

The rest of the week. 

I stayed very productive all week. Never saw Ann although she did call twice just to let me know that she was OK and doing fine. Joyce and I did make love twice. Suz stopped by again on Thursday.

Friday after hours.

Joyce had gone home early. Bobbie and I were upstairs on the sofa. 

She said: "Let's get nude so we can cuddle."

I replied: "OK." and we did. 

Then she came to me for a melding hug. Her breasts were very full and felt wonderful as she pressed them into my chest.

I stepped back and took a breast in each hand for a soft caress. She smiled and sighed softly. Her nipples were fully extended. I rubbed them first with my palms and then took each between a thumb and finger for a gentle tweak.

Then she responded: "Oh... Yes."

We moved to the couch and she sat on my lap.

We talked about love. The conversation started somewhat theoretical, exploring forms of love.

Eventually it drifted into being more personal.

She asked: "What do you think about 'Love at first sight?' I found myself in love with you from that very first meeting. My insides lit up when you touched my nipple but somehow it wasn't just about sex, it was about something else. Sex was there all right but it was secondary. I have been trying to figure it out ever since."

I commented: "I think that love at first sight can be very real and that it generally indicates a strong karmic or dharmic connection."

She asked: "What is a dharmic connection?"

I answered: "Dharma in general means spiritual duty and as I am using it here means spiritual mission. We come into human form with specific missions, agreements between ourselves at the soul level and the universe to accomplish certain tasks. Sometimes two or more souls will agree to work together. That is a dharmic connection."

She responded: "That makes sense. How do we find out?"

I replied: "The soul sends a steady stream of hints but the personality is free to ignore or misinterpret them."

She asked: "Do these hints sometimes show up as symbols? Carl Jung wrote about symbols."

I answered: "Very often the hints will arrive as symbols."

She said: "I thought so. What do you think my breast problem symbolizes?"

I replied: "Well, I would think that breasts and breast feeding symbolize nurturing and milk may also symbolize kindness. We talk of the: 'Milk of human kindness.' "

She went: "Umm..."

I said: "Likewise one name for God in the old testament was 'El Shaddai' which literally means 'with breasts.' "

She moved her arm and laid her head on my shoulder.

She seemed to be deep in thought as we sat quietly. My right hand was resting on her right flank at her waist. My left hand was on her left knee. I was stroking her gently in both places.

She sat up, looked me in the eye and said: "Suckle me."

I said: "What?"

She said: "Suckle me, drink my milk. You need to drink my milk."

I said: "Why?"

She said: "Just drink. Go with the symbolism here. I will know when you have enough. Now drink."

She lifted her left breast to my lips.

I began to suckle. At first her milk came slowly but then it came much faster and tasted quite different, richer somehow.

She held my head to her breast.

She was breathing heavily and muttering: "Yes... yes... yes..."

My whole being felt warm. I felt totally loved. She gently stroked my hair.

I was very aware of my erection.

Then she lifted my head and brought her lips to mine. She kissed me with an incredibly gentle kiss that was somehow rocking my soul. The kiss lasted minutes.

Then we looked into each other's eyes. The connection was intense. That too lasted minutes.

I knew what I needed to do.

We stood and hugged. Incredible union.

I took her hand and lead her into the closest bedroom.

Bobbie. 

I folded back the bedcover and took a towel from the stack on the dresser and spread it on the bed where her hips would be. 

I made a gesture of presentation toward the bed and she proceeded to lie on her back and spread her legs. She had a smile of unbridled joy.

I was on my side next to her. We began to kiss as I ran one hand over her body. 

Her right breast was really swollen. I had drained enough from her left one that it was OK.

I brought my mouth to her right breast but she lifted my head and shook hers saying: no. 

She said: "Please don't start the flow."

Then she gently moved my lips back to her left breast while guiding my hand to the right one.

I massaged her right breast. It seemed very full.

I moved my hand down to caress her tummy. She sighed happily. I began caressing her thighs. She made happy noises. Then I moved to her yoni. She began panting. She was already fully lubricated. She began to rock her hips as I touched her there.

She murmured: "Take me. Take me now."

I moved on top of her and entered her using my usual technique for a virgin.

Each time I advanced an inch she gave out a loud: "Oh." followed by a soft: "Yes."

When I was fully inside she wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed me tight. Then she relaxed her legs enough that I was able to pump into her. She moaned and groaned and made happy sounds, that rapidly turned into gasps. We kissed hungrily. She began to leak milk first from her right breast but soon from both. Her hips were meeting mine in a glorious dance. Then she stiffened and pressed her hips forward, trying to get me deeper, as she flung her head from side to side in orgasm. I pounded away. As her orgasm subsided I slowed down but did not stop.

She relaxed and whispered: "So good, so good. ... That was so wonderful."

We kissed gently.

It seemed only then that she realized that I was still moving slowly inside her. 

I began to move faster. 

She went: "Oh. ... Yes."

Then I shifted into high gear and began to pound away. She met me thrust for thrust. It was not long before we shared an orgasm.

We lay there panting for a while.

Eventually she said: "I didn't know that it could be so beautiful."

We kissed gently.

Then she said: "Now drink from my right breast."

To be continued.



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This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works.

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For those who wish to read this chapter without having read the earlier ones, here is a very brief introduction. I still recommend that you read the earlier chapters.

Matt is driving cross country and ends up on a secondary road in a blizzard. He is rescued by a family who turn out to be soul mates with lots of past life ties. Both Matt and the Wells family quickly discover this. Matt who is over seventy years old and is in a celibate marriage ends up making love with Ann (Ch.1), Barbara (Ch.2), Cindy (Ch.3), Mary (Ch.4) and Barbara's best friend Connie (Ch.6). There are different psychic side effects with each girl. Barbara, Cindy and Connie have been taught belly dancing by the cheerleading coach at their high school. Ann is a genius who has already written a breakthrough scientific paper. Chapters 1-7 are a self contained story.

Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12). Barbara and Connie go to the same college in Western Massachusetts. 

Ann is required to live in a dorm. Matt meets and is ultimately seduced by Ann's roommate, Janet (Ch.12). He is also seduced by Joyce (Ch.13). Matt meets two of Barbara's friends: 6' 4" Zena and 4' 11" Becca. (Ch14). They visit and discover a very nasty karma that ends up resolved lovingly (Ch.15-17). Chapters 14-17 are relatively self contained.

Ann invites a group of girls (Janet, Ruth, Ellen, Linda, Candy, Robin, Joan and ultimately Gail) for a pool party at the pool (Ch.18). This turns into a regular event with skinny-dipping (Ch. 18-23). Joan looks, sounds and acts just like Matt's first love (Jean). Matt also meets Ann's physics lab partner, Yvonne. (Ch.19). Matt interacts with both Yvonne and Joan (Ch.20-26+). Janet meets Ron (Ch.22) and Matt tries to bow out (Ch. 23-24+). Matt and Janet find a psychic level (Ch. 28-29+).

Joyce introduces Ann and Matt to Roberta (Ch. 23). She joins 3i (Ch. 29).

The college paper sponsors "Beauty on Campus." Ann is a finalist. Matt photographs four of the other five finalists (Kim, Doreen, Brenda and Lisa) (Ch.27+). The results are announced. Kim won, Ann is second. Kim poses for Matt (Ch. 32). Brenda, Kim and Doreen pose (Ch. 33).

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I very much look forward to comments. I am very open to discussion about all of this. Both publicly with comments and privately by email.

 


Chapter 35.

The weekend. 

I spent the weekend with Fil. We talked, talked and then talked some more. All with the same openness that has characterized our relationship ever since I returned from meeting the Wells family. We also worked on our Christmas cards and our Christmas letter. On Sunday afternoon we went out for hot fudge sundaes. They were good, too.

Monday. 

Again I found myself being very productive at work, although several times that day I found myself wishing I could talk things over with Ann. Bobbie is good to brainstorm with but Ann is even better. This is especially true when we are doing it telepathically.

Bobbie was beginning to test her prototype.

I stopped into Bobbie's office just before lunch. She was topfree. Her breasts looked different somehow.

Bobbie told me that her milk production had dropped off significantly.

I caressed them. Her reaction was pure arousal. Within a minute she was gasping for air. In two she was in the midst of an intense orgasm.

She said: "Wow."

Then she kissed me gently. 

At noon we made love again. She was one happy girl.

Yvonne called about six and I went and picked her up at her dorm. She had two suitcases, a full laundry bag and her backpack, also full.

She gave me a big hug, a very big hug.

I asked: "How did your finals go?"

She smiled and said: "I think I nailed them all."

I replied: "Good."

At one point Malcolm called Yvonne to confirm Saturday's pick up. I took the phone and suggested that he might want to stay overnight with us for an evening of conversation. He was thrilled with the idea. I passed the phone beck to Yvonne and went back to finishing getting dinner ready.

Later Yvonne explained to me just how thrilled he was. This was the first time in his life that a white person had ever invited him into his home to stay overnight. I thought: 'He still has some work to do on racial issues. I guess we all do.'

Yvonne and I had dinner together and then retired to the damped waterbed for an evening of strenuous exercise. Yvonne is amazingly easy to please. She is also imaginative, finding new ways to please me.

Tuesday. 

We were up about seven, sharing a nice breakfast ending with Yvonne bent over a kitchen counter again. She seems to really like that. I like it too. We showered together, dressed and headed downstairs. I suggested that Yvonne peruse our library and read for a while. 

Instead she asked Joyce if there was anything she could do to help. Joyce gave her a couple of small jobs.

Then she wandered over and watched Bobbie doing her testing. Yvonne asked what she was doing. Bobbie explained. 

Yvonne said: "I can do that for you if you like."

Bobbie let Yvonne take over. She did check up on her from time to time. Bobbie found that she was being very meticulous.

The two girls talked over the results so far. Yvonne had Bobbie explain the design in some detail. Yvonne made some suggestions for other tests that might be performed which would bring out different aspects of the design. Bobbie liked her ideas. The two girls established a firm partnership. 

Ann arrived about five thirty looking more haggard than I had ever seen her. We hugged. That seemed to charge her batteries slightly.

I asked her: "How did things go?"

She replied: "Good, I think but now I'm totally beat."

Joyce had fixed us all a very nice dinner. We sat down to it. 

As Ann sat down she said: "I'm too tired to eat much."

She then proceeded to devour two large helpings.

As she was serving herself a third she said: "I guess I was more hungry than I thought."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

As she finished she said: "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Don't be surprised if I sleep twenty four hours straight."

I asked: "Do you want me to scrub your back?"

She smiled and answered: "I'd like that but I don't expect it will lead to anything. I'm just too darn tired."

I asked: "When did you last get a reasonable night's sleep?"

She looked slightly embarrassed and replied: "Sometime last week."

We moved to the bedroom with the undamped waterbed, undressed and then headed for the shower. I scrubbed her down. She moaned happily not out of any sexual pleasure but because I was getting kinks out of overly tense muscles.

I asked: "Would you like me to cuddle with you tonight?"

She kissed me and said: "Thanks darling but I think tonight I wouldn't notice and besides Yvonne needs company."

We dried each other off and headed back to the bedroom. I tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight. She was snoring gently before I finished dressing. I had never heard Ann snore before. 

That night I did sleep with Yvonne. Again the spiritual connection had a special magic all its own. It was certainly 'sharing the sacred flame.'

Wednesday. 

I checked on Ann. She was sleeping soundly. Yvonne and I had breakfast. This time she made the pancakes. She did an excellent job. Then we dressed.

Yvonne went to work on the test program, making it more elegant and general purpose at the same time. Bobbie and Yvonne seemed to make a natural team. 

Ann appeared in mid afternoon. We filled her in on all that was happening. She was pleased.

Ann then took me by the hand and lead me upstairs. We made love with extraordinary passion. Ann screamed even more loudly and joyously than usual. I was sure everyone in the building heard her.

We ended with our telepathic link firmly in place. For the first five minutes all I was receiving was Ann trying to find new ways of saying: 'I love you.' I must say that I got the message. We kissed gently. 

We were telepathically quiet for several minutes. Then a flood of information about her last ten days started. I was right, she was a glutton for punishment. She was glad that she did it but even more glad that it is over.

Only then did we share my making love with Bobbie. Ann was very pleased. She telepathed: 'It's about time. She needed to be welcomed home. Besides the poor girl was horny.'

At five, we were going to sit nude on the sofa. We invited Yvonne to join us. She was delighted and said: "Thank you, thank you. This makes me feel even more part of this family." We had a nice time together. 

Tax Attorney. 

Early Thursday morning Ann, Joyce and I went to see our tax attorney to see what we could do before the end of the year to minimize 3i's taxes. We had over two million dollars in income. Prospects looked even better for next year. We planned a number of purchases, trying to keep them as expensable items as opposed to things we had to depreciate. Our lawyer asked if we wanted a weird one. He had found a curious rule tucked away in an odd corner of the tax law allowing a company vehicle to be expensed if it was more than two years old when purchased and was worth over $100,000. There were several more odd requirements but we would be able to meet them easily. We wondered about what special interest had the clout to get that put into the law.

When we returned to 3i we turned Joyce loose exploring what was available in two or more year old Aston Martin Rapides and Maserati Quadraportes. She found a dealer in New Jersey with both in stock. 

Ann and I drove down to that dealership. We test drove several of each.

Ann was driving exuberantly one time and we were pulled over. The officer asked for her pilot's licence. She produced it and again got off with a warning. 

The salesman said: "I'm going to have to learn to fly."

We all laughed.

We both liked one particular 2012 Aston Martin Rapide. I called a friend who lives in New Jersey and specializes in restoring and race preparing older Astons to see if he could look it over for us. It turned out that he already knew this particular car and gave it a clean bill of health. It was complete with the fitted luggage. We bought it. Thank God for electronic money transfers. 

Meanwhile Yvonne had continued to work with Bobbie. Joyce was busy purchasing. She was regularly interrupting Bobbie with questions. 

Ann started driving it back. We stopped for dinner along the way. Ann commented that she had never experienced an automobile that really felt like an airplane before. We swapped cars. The SUV was displaced in the garage. I backed the Rapide in.

Ann and I shared a bed that night. We made love gently.

Friday. 

Joyce noticed that the SUV was parked outside. She asked why. We let her see what was in the first bay.

Joyce squealed: "You really bought one!" Then she ran over to look at it. She opened the driver's door and was surprised by the leather smell. She took a deep breath and said: "Oh, it smells so nice." She slid into the driver's seat with a look of pure joy on her face.

Just then Bobbie arrived. She was entranced too.

I fired it up. The V12 made a gentle purr. I blipped the throttle slightly but not enough to invoke a real snarl, far less the feline roar that I knew was lurking there. I did not yet know about the muffler bypass switch.

We went back inside. 

We decided since the Miata was the 'Red Rocket' and the Rapide was also red that it would be the 'Red Real Rocket' and we would call them 'R squared' and 'R cubed' respectively.

We let Joyce cope with getting the Rapide registered.

We sidetracked Bobbie into doing purchasing. Yvonne helped. Ann and I did some too.

Joyce and Bobbie joined Ann, Yvonne and me for dinner. Joyce prepared it.

Ann suggested that I sleep with Yvonne tonight. Yvonne was thrilled at the suggestion. This would be our last time together until next term.

Yvonne and I started with the Jacuzzi. We had a lot of fun. Then we moved to the undamped waterbed. She kissed and licked me head to toe. She was on fire. We made love passionately, making the bed churn. She had four orgasms. Afterwards she licked me clean.

We made love again about six AM. This time we were slow and gentle. It was oh so loving.

Malcolm visits. 

Ann and I did our twenty strokes thing about ten in the morning. We had our telepathic link firmly in place.

I set the table while Ann organized offerings for lunch. Ann also set up a pot roast in the slow cooker. Ann had talked with Yvonne and found out that pot roast was one of Malcolm's favorites. We were ready.

Malcolm arrived at about eleven thirty. He did not look happy. Yvonne noticed immediately and asked what was wrong.

Malcolm was holding Yvonne as he said: "I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you. Your aunt Rosemary has cancer and it's terminal."

Yvonne burst into tears. Malcolm began to cry too. They held each other tightly.

Finally Malcolm continued: "It's pancreatic cancer and it has already spread. The doctors don't give her two months. In fact two of her doctors don't give her a month. The crazy thing is that up to three weeks ago she felt fine. We just got the definitive news yesterday," 

Eventually they pulled themselves together and we sat down to lunch. Ann and I offered any possible help we could provide. 

Yvonne began telling us stories about her aunt. She was clearly a very kind soul, working behind the scenes to accomplish a great deal of good in the world. The more Yvonne talked the more I got the feeling that I knew her well in a past life sense. I also found myself wondering if she was here Bodhisattva. 

Malcolm also told some more stories about his wife. It was clear that they loved each other dearly. It seemed a match made in heaven. 

I found myself getting a firm intuition: Rosemary had come into manifestation with a definite spiritual mission, an important mission, and had accomplished it completely with both elegance and charm. I was not getting anything in the way of details about the nature of the mission, only that her mission here on Earth was fully complete and she was free to go home. Ann was in telepathic agreement.

We finished lunch. Ann and I put the extras back in the refrigerator and gave the plates a quick rinse. Then we all moved to the sofa.

Yvonne and Malcolm continued talking about Rosemary. I was sensing her spiritual power and her love for all mankind, both as individuals and collectively. She had indeed made the world a better place.

I commented: "Rosemary sounds like an old soul."

Malcolm looked somewhat surprised, then smiled slightly: "I hadn't thought of her in those terms but you're right, I believe she is."

Ann asked: "What is her attitude toward her illness and the prospect of death?"

Malcolm replied: "She is not the least bit upset about either. She says: 'What will be, will be.' she also says that she has lived a full life, full of love and who could ask for anything more."

I said: "As I said, she is an old soul."

Then I talked about my intuitions about her. Both Malcolm and Yvonne found themselves getting internal guidance that my intuitions were correct. I pointed out that old souls often choose to leave as soon as their mission is complete. A great deal of the pain of Rosemary's coming demise was melting away.

I found an interesting shift in our guests. They were both coming to a place of profound gratefulness that Rosemary had been in their lives at all. 

The conversation drifted into a discussion of death. We were all aware of the reality of reincarnation and thus that death was not permanent and likewise we traveled in groups and would likely meet each other again.

But neither Yvonne nor Malcolm had read much about the actual process. I started describing what I knew based on my reading and talking with a number of people who had had so called 'near death experiences.'

I said: "The NDE descriptions seem remarkably consistent: floating above the body; seeing all around; traveling through a tunnel toward a bright light, a very loving light; performing a whole life review; meeting deceased family and friends; and feelings of total love and acceptance. A few people report meeting their deity of choice: Christians meeting Jesus, Buddhists meeting the Buddha, Hindus meeting Krishna. Most do not report meeting any specific deity but a being of light and love. The return is often described as painful but people afterwards find a new enthusiasm for life. They stop fearing death but see life as something precious. NDErs do not commit suicide."

Yvonne asked: "I know that NDE is the common term but I seems to me that these people actually died and came back. Am I correct?"

I answered: "Yes and actually I would prefer 'the resurrection experience' but that label is apt to get a good deal of push back from those that want to reserve the concept of resurrection for the Christ."

Malcolm asked: "I've heard the expression: 'My whole life flashed before my eyes.' Is this what you mean by the whole life review?"

I responded: "Yes. It is often described as very rapid but very thorough. There is often focus on incidents that would seem minor. There is no judgement associated with it. Usually it occurs just before or just after experiencing the tunnel but I have a friend who has had this twice under circumstances, in the Korean war, where death was likely but nothing had actually happened."

Yvonne asked: "What happens next?"

I answered: "Now I have to get more theoretical. There is a description given in the 'Tibetan Book of the Dead' but it has been a long time since I read it and I don't really remember what it said. There is another description given in some of the Theosophical literature. They talk in terms of the various bodies comprising a human being. They have a human with: a physical body, an etheric double, an astral body, a mental body and a causal body. The etheric double is sort of a blueprint for the physical body and disintegrates shortly after the death of the physical body. The astral body is the center of desires and emotions. It survives for a while and the being is drawn to the part of the astral plane with the strongest attraction. The lower parts of the astral plane are described as hellish while the upper parts are quite pleasant. The astral body is burnt off, lower desires first and eventually the being moves to the mental plane which is described as very pleasant, even heavenly. The mental body also burns off leaving the causal body free to reincarnate."

We discussed this for some time.

At one point I commented: "Apparently however if you are killed such that the life is unfinished you may come back essentially immediately. I don't really know how that works. Likewise suicide is from a spiritual perspective, a very bad idea and tends to have serious consequences. It does not work as a way to escape your troubles."

We talked for a while about how the causal body goes about setting up a new life and how it works with other members of the spiritual family. Apparently a great deal of planning goes into a future life but like in war, everything is different in the actual event. Unless a personality is very intuitive and willing to trust his intuition he will not have any awareness of the plan. Likewise a soul will come into manifestation with a definite mission, a task to be accomplished. Sometimes the tasks are small, resolving a particular karma or helping another soul with some minor thing. At other times the task is larger, sometimes even world changing. Sometimes this is called dharma or saddarma. 




Driving in Snow Ch. 35



At one point Yvonne asked: "If, as you say these events are often continuations over a number of lives. Why don't we remember more of our past life history? That would seem to help us accomplish our tasks."

I answered: "Actually we get a great deal of past life information but we generally don't realize that that is what it is. We will often have dreams seemingly set in the present day that are actually strong analogs of past life events. Our interests are likewise shaped by our past life history. Sometimes it shows up as innate skills. This is often recognized with respect to musical child prodigies, but usually it is more subtle. Our phobias likewise often will have a past life source. It is normal to hear things portrayed as 'nature or nurture,' genetics or environment but I suspect that our past life history plays a larger role than either of those two in shaping our lives. My guess is that it is something like: 40%, 30% and 30%. Likewise when you find that you have an instant like or dislike for someone you have just met, that is often a past life memory."

Yvonne went: "Ummm."

We continued discussing this for a while.

Then we broke for dinner. Malcolm was really pleased by our choice of menu. He said: "You are making me feel that I really am home."

Yvonne commented to Malcolm: "I know that you and the rest of my physical family love me very much but somehow I never felt like I was really home until I met Ann and Matt. Wait until you meet Barbara and Connie."

We talked about love and family.

We all helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then we moved to the sofa.

We had a long talk about using synchronicity and synchronistic events as spiritual guidance. We all agreed that accidents and coincidences just do not happen. This morphed into a discussion about living as soul. We had a lively time.

At the end Malcolm went out to his car for his bag. We offered him his choice of beds. He had never tried a waterbed before so he went for the undamped one. Yvonne used the damped one and Ann and I used the conventional mattress. 

Ann and I made love quietly.

Malcolm had a good night's sleep. His first in many days.

Breakfast was accompanied by lighthearted conversation.

Both Ann and I hugged both Yvonne and Malcolm as they prepared to depart.

Ann and I spent the rest of the morning cuddling on the couch while deep in telepathic communication. We had lunch together and then I went home to spend the rest of the day with Fil.

Christmas week. 

This was to be a short week at work. The girls got Wednesday through Friday off. We exchanged gifts and sang Christmas carols on Tuesday. We also gave both girls substantial bonus checks. Ann and I were very productive those two days.

Bobbie told me that she had produced no milk in the last three days.

She concluded: "That's the best Christmas present that I could possibly get."

Tuesday evening Zena dropped off Barbara and Connie. They would by flying home out of Albany airport in the morning. We had a pleasant visit and I made love with both girls. Connie and I had our flame while Barbara and I had an unusually strong merging combined with a very powerful love transmission. Afterwards I thought: 'Merry Christmas everyone.' 

Early in the morning Bobbie consulted with Barbara about her breasts. Bobbie had noticed that with the drop off of milk production the fat layer in her breasts seemed to be getting thicker. Barbara did a laying on of hands and assured her that all was perfectly fine. Barbara told her not to be surprised to find that they grew to the size they had been when they were full.

We drove the girls to the airport in the Rapide.

Ann and I spent Christmas day with Fil at our home. We had a wonderful time together. Ann chased Fil out of her own kitchen to fix our Christmas dinner, or perhaps I should say feast. The strength of the bond of love between the two women is a constant source of amazement to me. 

We spent the next day packing and otherwise getting things organized for Florida. Ann raided Joyce's stock of bathing suits. She borrowed several 'interesting' suits including a two straps one. We would leave in the morning. We did not use the Rapide's luggage.

Joyce drove us to the airport. We used Ann's SUV. Joyce was disappointed, she was hoping to drive R cubed. I told her that she would get to drive it soon. 


Florida 

We were all packed into one row. Fil had the window, Ann the center seat and I had the aisle. We decided that we now knew how sardines felt. The flight was uneventful.

We rented two cars. One for Fil and one for Ann and me.

We went out for pizza that night with both local children and their families. Neither my son or my daughter were comfortable with Ann at first but by the end of the meal things were much better. Ann's natural charm and Fil's total ease with her were quickly winning them over.

I set up an air mattress in the bedroom that I normally used as my office. Ann slept there while I always slept with Fil. Somehow that seemed proper.

The next morning Ann and I went to Spanish river beach. She wore a tame bikini. We used lots of sunscreen. The beach was crowded. There was a mix of young people and families.

That evening we had dinner with some old friends. Ann charmed them totally.

The following day we went to South Beach. Ann wore a slightly less tame bikini. We noticed several girls who were going topless. Ann did not doff her top.

We had dinner at my daughter's home.

The third day we spent at the Morikami gardens and museum. This is one of Fil's favorite places and Ann was just a pleased.

The fourth day we were again at South beach. Ann wore a skimpier bikini. I had my camera and took a bunch or really nice photos. At one point Ann dropped her top for a few. She had fun. We had lunch at a nearby restaurant. We had just sat down to eat when a thunderstorm started. It was gone by the time we had finished our meal but it made the air even more sticky.

I commented: "Midday thunderstorms is more common summertime weather. It is unusual in the winter."

I asked: "Would you like to visit a real nude beach?"

She replied: "What's it like?"

I answered: "I don't know I've never been there."

She said: "Well I guess we will just have to find out."

I drove up to Haulover beach. We went strolling nude up to the shore. The beach was relatively crowded with a mix of older people and college age. Many of the college age group were obviously very inebriated even though it was only early afternoon. There were some very beautiful girls on that beach but the most beautiful one was the girl on my arm. Ann received a thorough looking over from everyone at the beach. The spiritual energy was not good and we did not stay long. We returned to the condo, each taking a nap, separately. That evening the three of us took a dinner cruse along the intercoastal. That was fun. 

I received an interesting email from Lisa. Again she closed with: 'with all my love. Your Lisa.'

The fifth day we again went to South beach. It was very crowded. Ann wore a two straps suit that attracted a great deal of attention.

At one point a young couple came up to us. The girl looked familiar but I had no idea who she was or where I knew her from. 

She asked Ann: "Are you Ann Wells?"

Ann replied: "Yes" with a plain look of query on her face.

The girl explained: "I'm Kathy Rodgers and I was the sixth place finisher in the BOC contest."

She introduced her boyfriend, Ann introduced me.

Kathy told Ann: "If you had entered a picture in that suit you would have won, hands down."

We all laughed and then Ann said: "I'm sure it would not have been allowed. Besides you look pretty good in your bikini too."

I said to Kathy: "I photographed the first five finishers. I wish you had posed for me also. The result might have been a six way tie."

I pointed out the advantages of studio lighting.

Kathy said that she would pose for me sometime.

We ended up talking for about half an hour. Nice people.

Further down the beach we watched a fashion shoot. I thought it was interesting.

Ann said: "You're as good as he is."

We had dinner that night with my son and his family.

On the sixth day we lazed around the condo. No sex.

On the seventh day we played tourist in Miami. We ended up back at South beach.

On the eighth day we went to a horse show.

We spent the ninth day at Spanish river with some friends. That evening the whole family gathered for dinner at a nice steak house.

The flight back was uneventful. Joyce picked us up at the airport. 

Back. 

As soon as we were back at 3i we were nude in each other's arms. We needed very little foreplay and were soon making waves in the undamped waterbed. Scrumptious sex. Afterwards we cuddled up for over an hour. I really love Ann and she really loves me.

That evening we had a nice relaxed conversation with Joyce and Bobbie. It was good to go on vacation and it was good to be back.

Ann and I were very productive the rest of the week. Joyce and I made love twice early in the morning, Bobbie twice at noon while Ann and I made love every night. Ann said: "We have to make up for lost time."

On Thursday I took Joyce for a check out drive in the Rapide. It took her a little while to get really light on the throttle and manage the transmission. She had fun. When we finished I was confident that she could handle it safely. We both loved that V12 sound.

Later Yvonne called saying that Rosemary was near death. We had a long conversation.

Ann got her grades, she aced all of the exams. The girl is amazing.

Ann had signed up for six classes plus the physics IV lab. Four of the classes were humanities.

Ann and I had a quiet weekend. We spent most of it in bed.

The next week was just as productive as the last one had been.

Yvonne called on Tuesday to say that Rosemary had died. She was accepting of the fact. I found myself getting an intuitive confirmation that all was in good order. Malcolm called later inviting us to the funeral.

Sunday - Rosemary's funeral. 

Ann and I took the train down to New York and the subway to the church. Yvonne and Jim met us at the subway station saying that this was not a safe neighborhood for white folks. Malcolm was very happy to see us and hugged me so tight I thought he would break me in half. The service would start in an hour and one half. He introduced us to Yvonne's parents, Marge and Otis. They seem to be very nice people. We had lunch at a nearby restaurant. We returned to the church and talked. Malcolm asked me to speak at the ceremony. I demurred saying that I had never met Rosemary and that my religious views were highly unorthodox to say the least. Malcolm said that that was very healing for him and was exactly what he wanted me to talk about. 

Soon after people began arriving. The church ended up filled past its capacity. The group was about one third white. It was quite a service, the minister gave a nice, if conventional, sermon and a beautiful eulogy. The congregation was quick to add their own 'Hallelujahs' and 'Amens.' There was lots of music and singing. The spiritual energy was off the charts.

Various people stood and talked, mostly praising Rosemary. Malcolm introduced me saying: "Here is a man who has seen the other side of death and can tell us about it." I thought: 'Oh my gosh, what in the world am I going to say.'

Well I found words to say and those present were very attentive and seemed very pleased by my message. I emphasized the fact that death is not permanent, we travel in groups and we find each other. I also brought out the idea that love is at the core of all of this. I also received more than a few 'Hallelujahs' and 'Amens.' 

At the end of this service the casket was moved out and we adjourned to the grave side for additional service. Many of the attendees thanked me for my words. More than a few asked questions. The most common question was: "How do you find out about past lives?"

When everything was over the minister took me aside, asking a long series of questions. He seemed to have no doubt as to the validity of my answers. I felt that I had made a new friend. We exchanged business cards.

Yvonne and Jim accompanied us on the subway back to the train station. Yvonne gave me a soft kiss on the cheek as we parted. Jim and I shook hands. He thanked me profusely. I found that I really liked Jim and not just because he was a good man to have covering my back.

To be continued.