My prick felt like it would explode as I watched her greeting my parents, they'd grown close during my brother's little escapade and although they kne... nothing of our relationship, I felt sure that they'd approve of it once they knew.We all kissed warmly and dad even hugged me, mum and Nicky disappeared into the kitchen for some girly talk while dad asked me about work, I told him that the contract was coming to an end and I intended taking some time out or maybe a holiday or something,"You. ”“And, while both of you will need good transcripts two years from now -- maybe for some years thereafter -- that’s the question which will matter for your life after that. Not how high were your grades, but how much do you know?”“Y’know, it’s more than the height. I mean...”“You think I’ve had a little influence on my son?”“A lot of influence.”“Well, don’t tell him that. He’s establishing his own identity. The first stage of that is that he’s not Jim Trainor. And, of course, he isn’t. Someday,. .." she gasped.Michael pulled out his phone. "I-I'll call for an ambulance." But then,Lady Bullet stopped him. "No good," she whispered. "Take me home..." M-my home?"Lady Bullet nodded, and her eyes closed as she began to drift intounconsciousness.10:57 PMLady Bullet opened her eyes. She was lying down in a bed. It was a roomshe was familiar with, but not as well. It took a while for her toremember: this was Michael's room. She looked down at her stomach. Hermidriff was sealed back up with. I gulped with alarm, and made myself look away. Lucy had taught me a lot about pain... was it for this? But just then, she returned her fist to my cunt, and I mewed with pleasure. This time, instead of plunging ever deeper, she swabbed from side to side, caressing the walls of the main chamber, pushing at them, expanding me width-wise, soon she was leaning hard against the protesting muscles while I winced a bit, and tried to relax as much as I could. With subtle expertise, she widened me until.