. for over a century. Would you say that I’m still the same woman you’ve always known?”Gaenna went very quiet, studying her perceptively. “No,...of course not; your outward manner is nothing alike. You’re almost maternal with the Young Matriarchs and you’ve been ... pleasant ... with the rest of us, something I never thought you even capable of.” Her gold-flecked magenta eyes narrowed as she continued, “But I’ve seen flickers of your old strength lurking behind this facade. You might have fooled. ‘I lost it on my eighteenth birthday,’ she said. ‘To who?’ ‘I don’t think you should know that.’ ‘Aw, c’mon. I wiped your pussy after you pissed. I didn’t want to do that, but I did it. You owe me,’ I replied. ‘Well, I remember it very clearly. Emily and I still talk about it all the time. You weren’t home for some reason. I remember being upset that you missed my birthday. Mom and Dad had taken me out for dinner and a movie to celebrate and Emily went with us. Emily spent the night. After we. I retreated and did it best to put one on, then ran out to hercar. He had pulled his hair back into a simple pony tail, and as suchlooked drastically different than the woman he had fucked. Looking atherself in the mirror, she saw a truly beautiful woman, a down to earthgirl that would go out and have a beer with you as well as be the womanyou were glad to take home to your parents. There was no bit of her thatlooked like the hungry cum slut that she knew herself to be.When she got to her. The women at the bar looked at each other, and as one they silently stood and moved over to the tiny dance floor. As one they held each other in a very stylised Argentine Tango embrace, their breasts and hips pressed together, and through the opening bars of the music they hardly moved from the spot. Instead, their feet wove in and out between each other. It reminded me of the way a cat will weave in and out of your ankles. How striking it was, the way they looked into each other’s eyes. .