Of Sorts PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE?L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters.Love. Just one simple word.Love. No two people would create the same definition.Love. ...o many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wearing stockings; I love sex. Yet had I ever felt true love? I don’t know. I definitely thought I was in love on a few occasions, but that. "From the corner of his eyes Lucian saw his mother's head nod vigorouslyat the words of her legal champion."But," the gray lawyer went on, spreading a new layer of honey, "we haveto be reasonable. The conditions of my client's divorce, as we -notwithstanding the prenuptial agreement - have been able to negotiate,will hardly cover the basic costs of her future life. It'll be utterlyimpossible for her to find the extra funds for her eh... son's ongoingeducation."Lucian tried to imagine what. I am not the one.” “Damn! You could accommodate if you had one smidge of compassion. It’s a simple request. This is about give and take. You seem to be doing the bulk of the taking.” “Last time, love! You knew what you signed up for; don’t play ignorant! And for the record, I have compassion...for your sexy bottom. Now, here’s something for you to take.” With that, he coupled his sword and finger and impaled my tail. Burning, my flesh was burning. No spit, no lubrication – this is what we’d. I was a little busy enjoying my mother, sister, and her mother. I might expand from there to try others, not to mention Steve, but I had no interest at the moment in plundering Dick’s booty.“Alright, well, for now, I want to fuck you, so bend over, sis!” I demanded, my boner hard again at last.Tiffany licked her lips, spread her own cheeks, bend over the table, pointed to her asshole, and waited for my cock to invade her. I lifted Mom off my lap, took her by the hand, put her hands on Tiffany’s.