I had the feeling that I could control mums pressing moves with the movement of my tongue. Inside her I circled the piece of brown joy with my tongue ...ip and got used to the certain taste. The dark odor filled my nose. And as I allowed the brown soft snake to escape its lightless prison I heard mum moaning. I was fascinated how this brown tail grew from mummy’s asshole and got longer and longer. But this time I couldn’t watch it all the time because we didn’t have this bowl or anything. So I. With everyone suddenly stuck in cryogenic freeze, Allyson piped in, “That… actually wasn’t the gift I brought for the exchange. I got a pair of snowman oven mitts. Kara must’ve mixed them up and put that in the sack.”“A giant schlong needs a giant sack,” Tru remarked. “Al,” Fatema asked, “to whom were you planning on giving that?”Allyson raised a hesitant finger toward Kara. “Me?” Kara said, barely able to point at her own nose.“Her?” Peri and Fatema chimed.“It was Tru’s idea,” Allyson. The blue jumpsuit man, right in front of his parents, was holding his baby sister, Liz, and imbued azure mist energy into her little body.'What the heck!' Zax could not understand what the man was doing, why his parents let a stranger hold their daughter and use his mist energy on and in her frail body. If it was not for Zetsa's still demeanor, Zax would have demanded some sort of explanation the instant his eyes laid on the blue jumpsuit man. Instead, with a frown, Zax released his Soul Sense. Her tight leather gloves ended at her elbows. She had a red silk bandanna tied around her neck. Her long hair was tied in a pony in two places. The only equipment she carried was a backpack and a walking stick. Many questions raced through my mind. What was she doing at this camp site? Not a soul knew I was here. The most awkward question hit like landslide. Where did she plan on sleeping. There was not a place to sleep like this fore miles around. ”My name is Clara," she said as she unbuckled.