That night, I was trying not to think about it, but I couldn't help my self. I pulled them out of my drawer and put my reading light on, laying in in ...ed in my panties and t-shirt, looking at my beautiful young mom putting her fingers inside Mrs. Kendall. How far did it go between them? Were they a thing before she met dad? Did he even know about them? My hand found its way down to my panties, rubbing myself gently through them as I examined every detail. They were just so fucking sexy! My. He nudged me, and we both stopped. We looked at each other, and I nodded my head in agreement. Although not a word passed between us, we each knew the other's thoughts; as we passed, we snatched the costumes and caps and ran as fast as we could; expecting all the time to hear a shout, but none came.We ran all along the beach until we came to the sand dunes, and made our way to the centre, where we threw ourselves down, panting and puffing - partly at the exertion and partly at the thought of. I was issued an update from the other Portal Books, as I was created. Do you wish me to place lecterns and coordinate books at the other portals in this world?”“Wouldn’t that tell other people that something has changed?” I asked as if it was perfectly normal to be speaking to a lectern with a glowing book on it.“Well, yes. Although not many of the portals here work. Most of them must need reseeding, or they are blocked from me for some reason. Some sort of calamity has had happened in this. ? ?Please at least give us a few moments to say a few last words, Mistress,? Hotlips pleaded for even less than Chocolate. ?She’s been our slave-sister on boiler four since Chocolate and I were first sent down here. She helped us then. Let us say goodbye to her now.?Lyra subvocalized a question at the AI and the reply whispered into the aural buds implanted in each ear. Buttercup had survived six months of the remorseless toil of the boiler house. That was five months longer than either.