He rolled his eyes with delight as he ate the first forkful of the wine steamed worms. “I have to agree, sister. This place should be famous for its...food. Those Wine Wigglers are simply divine.”A Thauran woman having a glass of Thauran Chardonnay before her said.”Shanties Shallow is famous for its food, just not in the circles you and I used to frequent. For me, this will be the new norm.”The Thauran digging into his meal took a moment between forks, dabbed his mouth with a napkin before. ‘As horribly as Flying Squirrel’s. As senselessly and brutally as Tarsier’s. As cruel as any other death that day. I had no idea what to do during the chaos of the slaughter. Nor did I know what the other villagers were doing. Some fled. Some tried to help Flying Squirrel as he lay in the blood-soaked undergrowth. Others, like me, stood petrified in fear. I simply couldn’t comprehend what had happened. I knew I was doomed when more strangers appeared from the shadows in all directions. These. “Good morning,” she whispered. “Nice way to wake up.”I gently moved in her, my left arm under her head, my right arm around her pinning her arm to her side with her breast in my hand as I kneaded it. Gentle and slow. When I whispered “on your back,” she whispered “yes, my love” and rolled over. What a beautiful, happy, sweet face Mary has. She pulled her legs up, feet flat on the bed. Her fingers grasped my cock and guided me into her again. The bed moved as Lisa crawled in beside us on my. I also told her that we’re engaged and that we’ve taken Mattie under our wings.”“How did she take it?”“She’s over the moon. She is my step-mom, even though I was launched before Dad married her. You and I were meant for each other, she said. She’s also delighted to have an instant almost-granddaughter to spoil.”“Okay ... She’s asleep now.”Ron embraced her and began kissing her lips, each kiss more passionate than the last. He kissed her neck and shoulders and then between her breasts.“How did.