Her husband would be home soon and she needed another release. She couldn’t go willingly to her son. As long as he had those pictures and was the on... making the demands, she could tell herself she had no choice. That she wasn’t a son fucking deviant. She wanted his cock so bad. Was he going to make her beg for it? Beg like a street whore?She closed the door to her bedroom. Fumbling in her underwear drawer she found her dildo. A big purple cock that vibrated. Cold plastic, though. Not warm like. He could parry a seventh, but it would have required him to slightly alter his maneuvers and permitting a cube with perilous trajectory to hit him. Conversely, the two cubes that he will miss by maintain his chosen maneuvers, will only hit below waist at his left knee and right thigh, resulting in injuries that will not impede him as well as ones he has the means to easily recover from.With a “Ding” sound, three rays with the power of a Beginner fourth level Martial Mortal simultaneously. He took out his clippers and began trimming my hair and as he did so he was leaning against me rubbing up against my shoulder and arm and I could feel his erection pushing against me. He did the right side first and asked if it was OK and I said everything was fine. He went behind me and cleaned his cutters and trimmed the back of my head and once he had done that he came round to do the left side.Once again he rubbed up against my shoulder and arm and once again I felt his erection pushing. Roger had been her only lover. After the wedding, though, Mark had disappeared for several months, and since then she'd had only a few phone calls from him. It occurred to her how glad she was to see him. She smiled. "What in the world are YOU doing posing for pictures like these? I thought you were making big bucks at that Tech thingy place you were working at."Roger smiled back. "I am. I just thought it would be a hoot to do something like this. I also thought I might meet a girl and get to.