But if Hannah's accident sobered her up for a moment, the cleaning helped that feeling wear off. Samantha barely could walk again, but tried to reach ...he toilet.She pulled down her panties and as she lifted the toilet lid, she felt like she couldn't hold it anymore. Just like that, Samantha's bladder opened up and she flooded the bathroom with her pee; her panties were soaked too. She was even more mortified than when Hannah peed, and understandably so; she hadn't an accident like this since. I ended up blowing a few loads thinking about having my Mom. It was Friday morning and my Dad had left on his trip. Mom was in the kitchen making coffee. She had her bathrobe on. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her back."Scott, you scared me!" She said.I could feel that she didn't have a bra on. I kept rubbing her back and then her shoulders."What are you doing?" She quizzed me.I didn't reply but I put my arms around her waist. She tried pulling away but I found the belt on her robe. ”“It’s like our hunters have been scattered,” Pyrriah said. “Led in every direction but the one they should be going.”“Is it the moon maiden?” asked Lasla. “Can she do that? You know, to protect herself.”“I don’t know,” Mother said. “This smells almost like ... fairy magic. Luring us from each other. Separating us.”“That better not be you, Plumdrop!” I shouted. “Or you, Flutter!”“Why?” Lasla asked. “Why would the fairies do—”Pyrriah gasped and her sword whipped out of her scabbard. Her hair. When I turned around she was standing there in sandals, a knee length skirt and a blouse that fit her just right. Perfectly put together and all ready to go. Classic Monica I thought with a smile, and she never looked prettier to me or more desirable. I suppose I was staring a bit to long because she hooked her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing toward the door. “Soo... are we going?” she asked with a sly smile, and then turned leading the way. I simply had no choice but to follow her. Upon.