“Look at this.” I said, turning my book around so that she could see it, “There are five documented cases of mass suicides, each exactly a millennium apart. Our records goes back ten-thousand years prior to the first recorded case, but there are no recorded mass-suicides of this magnitude before then. That would mean that Sorrow isn’t nearly as old as we think she is!” “But if she returns cyclically, then who is her Life Giver?” Angela asked, “Five-thousand years ago puts her eight-hundred years before Ray Dawnbark, but more than two-thousand years after Rayson. That doesn’t make any sense.” “No…” I conceded, biting my lip in contemplation, “but if she does return cyclically, then we can take her one-thousand-year partition, and extrapolate it back until it lines up with a Life Giver. The Creators don’t appear on a perfect cycle, so it should be really easy to find out which Life Giver made Sorrow. Obviously not Trenok, not Hairy Dawnbark, not Rayson, not Barchotti, not Ofan… shit, we’re out of Life Givers.” “So, she is really old.” Angela sighed, “She just did her mass-suicides where history didn’t record it. Once again, we are limited by our books.” “Sorry, Diamond.” I muttered. “Well, should we tell her what we found?” Angela asked, unbuttoning her fly. “We didn’t find jack shit.” I grumbled, feeling incredibly useless. I had spoken a grand total of two-hundred words to Diamond, but the things we had said with just our eyes could’ve filled a library. I didn’t know if it was love, but the idea of what it could be was driving me insane, and the idea that it might be lost was torturing me. I ground my teeth in frustration, and felt a single tear form at the corner of my eye. “Hey,” Angela said consolingly, putting an arm around my shoulders, “just remember that whenever you’re feeling bad, japanese you can always suck asian my dick.” “You’re such a good friend.” I laughed, brushing the tear away before it fell. Angela chuckled with me as she began to pull down her pants. I stopped her. My head shot up my, my eyes narrowed, and I sniffed the air. “Ah, shit.” I hissed. I grabbed the books, stuffed them in my sack, and quickly tossed them beneath bed as Mom strutted into the room. “Hello, lovebirds.” Mom grinned at me, then at Angela. “Hi Tera.” Angela giggled, affecting Diamond’s voice and mannerisms. Mom studied the hermaphroditic elf-nymph with obvious interest, like a wolf studies a rabbit. “So, you’re the one who stole my daughter’s heart.” Mom said softly as she approached the bed. “Leave us alone, Mom. ” I growled, pushing Angela back. “Why are you being so protective?” Mom smiled at me, “There’s no reason to be afraid. We’re family, Justina, and if Diamond means as much to you as you say she does, then she’s family as well.” Mom ran her hands down her thighs, “Besides, Diamond is more than capable of defending herself, aren’t you, Diamond?” and with that, Mom whipped out a knife, and threw it across the room. The blade thudded an inch from Angela’s face, and wobbled in the bark. “Huh, I’m surprised you didn’t catch that.” Mom chuckled, “I noticed that you were using the Mantis Technique in our duel yesterday.” Mom brandished another knife, “I haven’t seen that fighting style for centuries. Since I’ll be fighting in the championship, I’ll need every technique at my disposal in case things go awry.” Mom kicked away a table, and planted her feet, “I was hoping you’d teach me what Passion has taught you.” “Uh…” Angela droned stupidly, “maybe later.” “We were kind of Cock Sucking in the middle of something.” I glowered at Mom. “Oh, don’t let me stop you; you never have before.” Mom grinned, “I can wait. I’ll just sit over here and watch, since you’re monogamous now.” Mom sat down, her eyes taunting me as she spread her legs, and began caressing herself, “Go on, Diamond,” she purred, “show me how you fuck my daughter.” Angela let out a stuttering breath against my neck, and began moving stiffly against me, clearly not enjoying her audience. She awkwardly tried to push down her pants, swore when she snagged her shirt on Mom’s imbedded blade, then reached back, and struggled to pull the knife out. “Try your left hand, Angela.” Mom called, “That’s Diamond’s dominant hand.” Angela stopped abruptly, and the two of us turned to see Mom’s face split wide with a shit-eating grin. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t think I was stupid, Justina.” Mom giggled at my slackened jaw, “You got your brains from somewhere, and it sure as Hardcore shit wasn’t your dad.” All sorts of ideas we passed around including the hay fort which seemed to be the most practical place. I put my hands behind my head and started the sit-ups. We were gathered at Mr. Franklin’s home for a group dinner to celebrate the conclusion of putting Cock Sucking down ‘the three’, as they had become known. “This talk is making me horny Sam.” She went all the way down again and back up, “God I want this dick right now,” she commanded. Hardcore It was too much for Leah to bear, to have her tail used and stimulated in such a way, paired with the anal pounding I was giving her. She nods her understanding and moves out of my way. “That’s before we started having sex.” She smiles and gives me a wink. He only let me slow fuck him for a minute or so before rolling me over and mounting me. He fucked me hard and fast for a very long time. I knew what I had to do. “So you thought you’d snatch up the virgin redhead? Her body moved constantly, as it was slowly pulled down onto the thick shaft between her legs. She slowly lowered her hips and rolled onto her side, pressing her legs together. We are soon back on the march. “I’ve been going crazy watching your hot, sweet little ass in those bikinis! He was up me to his hilt and I let out a deep breath. I couldn’t fault her if that were the case, for on occasion, I enjoyed dealing in death myself. When I got out and went back to Ryan, bit Dan and Paul had left. After the sex, Laura put her plan into motion. Strangulation and immersion into water. I panted, leaning against the stall divider. Her tight, Hairy flat tummy was in stark contrast to her firm bubble butt that her ex-boyfriend called a “black girl booty”, describing it as “defying gravity.” Her legs though, were her favorite part of her body, sporting long smooth muscles, unblemished and complemented by her light olive skin tone. What a cesspool.” I called outside the office to Sandra, asking her to get Martin Albright, the City Attorney on the phone. You got such a pretty mouth. Little did I know he was preparing to propose to me right there in the store. I also noted that asian she spread her feet as she positioned herself. Moving away quietly from the door, she reached the point from where she would charge at the door. The cool breeze made her squeal, but her addiction motivated her to push on. I get up off the bed with Ronda and walk over to the other bed where Sharon is pointing to Kitty’s completely shaved kittycat. “So girls turn you on too?” They thought I'd integrate better in Canada if I could only speak English." She got onto her knees and went over to japanese him and tried to open his pants. “Oh, my fucking god!” Cass moaned, the black-haired girl shuddering. Well, he understood all he needed to. I felt my pajama pants move and then they were ripped down my legs. I think that’s the only way this is going to work. So much bigger than you! I was pushing her head deeper and deeper. Now she was rubbing her legs and starting to let her head sort of loll back and forth. With a slight flick she dropped one end of the roll and it unwound becoming a string of them.