Watson to Jaci's Sherlock, in that I would be her chronicler.We weren't the only kids to get the suits. Like there was Amy. I hadalways felt sorry fo... her. I mean, sure, she could burst into flames likethe human torch in the comics, but every time she powered down she wasnude, since her clothes were destroyed in her transformation.Then there was Owen, whose suit transformed into a leather jacket with noshirt underneath, which guess was fine since he had become invulnerable.He called himself. I climb out of the truck and walk over and say, hey, do you need help with those, she looks up, flushed form the heat and says why yes, that would be lovely. I grab the rest of her groceries and put them in the trunk. She thanks me profusely for my help. I tell her I help her get in her car, as she sit down in the seat she raises a leg to swing in the car and gives me a big panty flash. She is wearing what looks like white cotton panties, got such a good look I could see her black pussy hairs. Add on that there is usually at least one orgy room set aside at these events. You go in and ask and you can bang anyone. So, Bob, Ronnie, Laurie and I hammered out a few details for the trip. I made sure that everyone had current passports and shots. After dinner (which Bob tried to pay for but I refused explaining that he was invited) we broke up and headed out. Bob and Ronnie drove away and I walked Laurie to her car. On the way I approached one delicate subject. I explained that I wanted. We enjoy our lives and practice peace amongst the realm. Your father does his best to keep it that way, and I hope you will as well.”“but he’s my…”“father?” my grandmother interrupted. “yes. And he loves you more than any other man in existence ever could. Even Ryder.” She winked at me; “maybe even someone else on top of that. Your father made you. It is his pleasure to not only pleasure you but to protect you. He will take you under his wing and teach you the ways neglected to you as a.