I walk up to the front of the class. “Well, where’s Ms. Whitney?” Everyone shrugs and looks around.“Well, we have a tournament coming up here ...hortly and we should definitely be ready for it. Let’s start practicing before school and after school. We’ll each take a category and try to master it,” I say. Ms. Whitney walks in talking to none other than Bianca. “I’m so glad you decided to join. We can never have enough scholars.”You know, Ms. Whitney is kind of a milf. With her blonde hair done up. A part of me wished to be let loose again, a part I had been rebuilding and denying at the same time. I fingered the empty pommels of my sword and dagger and thought about how it would feel to wield my weapons against an opponent again. Sword and dagger seemed to vibrate in response to my touch and to my mood."For the moment though, we are shoppers, come to Silverlake in search of gold, are we not?" my master asked.So we were, and so we went, dressed only in plain outfits as we left the tower. .. I was just in a crappy mood, and took it out on your father. We... we yelled and screamed at each other for nearly a hour. Finally, he stormed out. But by then, he was running late, and -- and he drove faster then he should have...the police told me later that, if he hadn't been driving s-so fast when the tire blew, he wouldn't have gone spinning off the embankment, the way he d-did." She gave a sob of utter misery, tears streaming down her face. I came over, sat next to her and gave her a. She suddenly felt totally alone, totally defenseless.Lynn softened as she saw her sister's despair.She reached down and helped Lori to her feet.The two sisters stood close together for a moment, then Lori threw her arms around Lynn and hugged her hard, lowered her head to rest her cheek on the upper slope of Lynn's big boobie, rub her cheek gently over that mound beneath her shirt.Lori whimpered like a little lost kitten, and when Lynn didn't push her away, the whimpering changed slowly to a.