With difficulty, Tara lifted her head and surveyed her splayed, tired body. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths, her pink nipples jutted f...om her flushed breasts. Glistening sweat painted all across her chest and belly, and between her spread legs her mound's trimmed hair was matted with sweat and semen.Tara didn't have to see her pussy to know it was utterly drenched with cum, or to know that her pussy lips were openly inviting more –Her desire surged between her legs, and she was. ’ ‘Julie?’ ‘Oh? Is it your turn to think something’s odd? Go deeper and be honest.’ ‘Ooh, thank you, Mistress. No, I guess I’ve always sort of figured you liked girls too, it’s just that by then, you were like my sister and I know I said I wanted to marry you back when we were four, but by then, I didn’t think of you that way.’ ‘And you were like my brother and I didn’t think of you like that either. And I’ve missed you so much while we’ve both been at college, Troy.’ ‘I’ve missed you too,. What are you doing home???I burnt my hand on the French-frier this morning, and Duff was kind enough to pick me up and bring me home.?Pointing at Tim, she said in a cold menacing voice, ?You! You get out of here and don’t you even think of ever seeing Holly again.?Tim raced to get his pants on, a comical sight, to say the least, and shot through the door like a NASA satellite. He and his bike were gone in less than a minute.Holly tried to pull the sheet up to her neck, but her mom grabbed it. Herself.” Yeah, if Azamel was destroying literal places, wiping them off the map, maybe it was better if they kept their distance? “Sure you want to antagonize her?”“My dear, sweet little Beatrice.” French accent included. “You want to see how dangerous a beast is? You have to poke it first.”Cause that was a good idea.“Seriously?” She mimicked his gesturing hand, and met his eyeless gaze as best she could.He smirked. Always with the smirking. “Afraid of a little chaos?”“I—”He chopped off his.