She also knew how to revive me much more quickly than my sister. So, within much shorter period than I was used to, I was hard again. In another rever...al of things, she mounted me and soon I was being fucked again. That night was a night of discoveries for me. I found out that my mother’s behavior had changed because that look on my erection had transformed me in her eyes into a virile bull that was ready to mount his own mother and the analogy was very exciting for her, only the act required. They were ghastly, horrible caricatures of human faces. He stopped speaking and stared. The apparitions grew larger and closer, moving forward through the assembled press who moved aside to make room for their passage but took no notice otherwise.He staggered backwards a step, reeling. He nearly fell as his foot caught the edge of a stair behind him. The apparitions were upon him now, surrounding him, hissing and whispering foul epithets to him, accusing him of foul complicity. He gasped and. . Then who-- "And though he shall go forth to spread our cause, another shall carry the torch of Grand Warlock," Filistria adds, steepling her fingers. You instinctively step to her side and face the crowd as one of the hooded figures begins to approach."Shugga, daughter of Grevakhnu, you have been chosen to bear the mantle of our dark lady," Filistria continues, but you already feel your heart sink. Of course. A woman. You mask your disappointment, and straighten up to welcome the hooded woman. And longish blondhair. And small hands and feet. You get the picture.The door was opened by Aunt Jane's longtime butler, Brutella. It hadalways struck Jimmy as odd that his Aunt Jane should have a femalebutler. And such a tall, broad-shouldered woman. With such a hard face.And her long dark hair always pulled up into a tight bun that made herlook severe, authoritarian, and strict. At the same time, her uniformwas cut to show off her exaggerated curves, as well as deep cleavage.Jimmy.