She smiled as he stroked a manicured and polished finger nail across hisnewly plucked brows. This might be even easier than she originallythought.They...sat and chatted for half an hour or so. Except it wasn't chat forDeborah. Her questions and comments were carefully thought out to probehis thoughts and plant thoughts and ideas into his mind. Putting forwardwhat seemed as quite vague suggestions, but which in reality were smalltests to gauge how he reacted to them. She was pleased to see that. She had nice hips and a meaty arse, and her legs were shapely. My mother was a loving and caring woman. Being her only c***d, my happiness and well being was her main concern. She hardly ever used my name. I was Darling or sweetheart. I loved my mother and I wanted to make her happy. I knew it was wrong but I also wanted to fuck her. I didn't believe I ever would but I thought about it constantly.On a Monday morning, about three weeks before the summer holidays school, I came down stairs for. We met up for a late lunch and some shopping this was our girl time we held hands and a few times Mom slipped her arm around my waist I enjoyed being with her we laughed and joked a lot, in the past I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her.In the evening we went clubbing mom and I were both approached several times but every time boys came to chat Mom put her hand in mine and told the boys in no uncertain terms ‘she with me’ finally we decided to head back to the hotel although it was. " Warup said. "You spent eleven days in the middle of the sea. You were both incredibly close to death when you finally broke through."We spent three weeks underground, tended to by the Kirikk, Warup's people, who were one of the many sub-groups among the Shar. They were amazing healers, and that was why we had been brought to them before we began our trial in the Deep Stone Sea. Trial might not be the right word. Tempering was closer to what the Shar saw it as.We were expected. Our eventual.