In the act of becoming a hero, Brian nearly dies and much of his past—the past he has kept hidden—is exposed. In the midst of PTSD and a perceived...threat against his family, can Brian recover his confidence enough to become the storm and bring them safely to the other side?This is a work of fiction. If you think you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft, MA/FA, FA/FA, polyamory. There is no attempt. "What do you want, slut?" She slapped his ass."Ooh. Ow. Ooh. Unh. Butt-fuck my slutty ass. Ooh. Yeah. I want to befucked up the ass." Chris gave a little whine."Oh, I know it's hard. You're probably aching for a real cock. Well,this is the closest thing we have." Samantha reached over and gaveKelly a high-five.They were more or less side by side and started to pump in and out ofthe asses in front of them simultaneously. Kelly pulled Todd's head upand said, "Let's hear something from you, you've. If Al could have turned red in embarrassment, he would have, but cats can’t blush.“I’m staying the night. We’ll leave early in the morning,” Ken told his Familiar to keep Al from being too embarrassed.“All right,” Alva agreed before turning to Al. “You’ll get another chance to generate some Magic,” she told him, as she walked out with her tail up in the air. Al immediately followed her.Ken and I got back in bed, and I snuggled up to him.“Do you want to generate more Magic tonight also?” he. Her tongue glided across his lips and, speaking into his panting mouth, she said, "Heads or tails, boss?"Jonathon grinned."I think both, today," he told her."Ooooh! Overtime!"She began frigging his prick slowly up and down, her hand loose and just skimming. Then her grip tightened and she skinned his loose sheath up and down the rigid cockshaft.He leaned back against the edge of the desk, taking his weight on his hands and pushing his loins out.Brenda gracefully sank to her knees in front of.