“It’s growing,” she observed. “I’ve never seen that happen.”She wrapped her lips around the head. I was still sensitive from fucking her... I groaned loudly. She took a quarter of it in her mouth and pulled back. Her lips popped when she released it.“Does that feel good?”“Yes, Cara,” I groaned.“Will you fuck me some more?”“Keep sucking it,” I told her.She took me in her mouth again. Cara bobbed her head up and down. Her gorgeous tits bounced as she moved. She looked me in the eyes.“Oh. We shut off all the lights before we go downstairs to sit on the dock. Normally, my family and one of the neighbors compete every year, to see how many fireworks we can sneak into the state. But not this year, so we have to be content with just the neighbor's display.We bring the cooler down to our dock and sit on the chairs, we had placed there, to look out over the water. The neighbors start their show, and we ooh and awe at the pretty colors. You look at me and ask, "How about a swim, Jodi?". “So, how drunk was the doctor that did these stitches?” I explained that part over again, then attention was turned to the large tattoo on my arm. There was a whole other conversation with Mr. Singh asking me which Island nation was the tattooist from. Then I was taken over to the training area and we began our somewhat “normal” session.We spent time discussing and dissecting what happened that day, especially how my training had help me react. After the all the talking Mr. Singh said he was. Except for the weight lessening, I felt nothing from the blade. I guess I expected dancing skeletons or something rising from the earth.Of course, Spellblaster had years to study the weapon; even the magic-wise Shamans took a few days to work out even it's most basic powers. Yet, somehow I had to learn to use this sword or be destroyed by it.One tendril unwrapped from my arms, waving in the air, as it sniffing out a scent."Get back in there!" I ordered, then regretted opening my mouth, as all.