The Darkness had already done so by setting the scene. Richie would do so by fulfilling a role.His role would be Superman. He would have the strength ...o break the chains and free his mother. It was that simple. It had to be, for he had no other options.He started forward. The slithering grew louder until it drowned out the sound of his pounding heart. Did the Darkness sense what he was doing? Good. Let the Dark bitch know. He was about to clean its clock just like he had with Melissa. It wasn't. He occupied himself with their cute antics and spying on beautiful women from behind his sunglasses.Everywhere he looked there were beautiful women in mouthwatering varieties. Some were dark and sultry, others were pale and full of life. Their accents and languages spanned the globe.One lovely copper-haired girl about his age particularly caught his eye. She had a lilting brogue that sounded like a movie accent. Her green eyes shone bright and were often crinkled in amusement as she chatted. The rules for using my mouth on her vagina were that I was not to use my hands to explore. I was only allowed to use my mouth, my sister would lay on her back with her legs spread sometimes using her hands to spread her pussy lips open. She was sometimes quiet sometimes moaning and often, especially in the beginning she gave directions, telling me where and how to lick, suck, lap and kiss her “pussy”. She constantly berated me for having a “needle dick”. She would say things like “brother, with. When we got out of sight of her mother Christine took my hand in hers. Then she started telling me about her life. Her mother had started that conversation during diner but Christine had cut her off. She told me about her father dying young and her growing up without a father. She told me about the problems between the Indians and the town people and that she was often treated worse than the blacks or Hispanics were. The funny thing was that her people were there long before the whites were.We.