Now the sun’s directly overhead, shining in my eyes. Wait a minute. It was only about eight when I last looked at my watch. It’s a Timex. I wonder...if it’s still ticking? You don’t get much more of a licking than this. Except last night. Damn, Karen, where did you learn to do that? It was like Gene Simmons down there. Man, that’s creepy. The sun even seems to be having problems with this angry sky. It’s indistinct, a hazy ball hanging overhead. Then again, maybe the sky and the sun are. Nervously she waited in the kitchen for her daughter to make the first move and come to speak with her."Hi, Mom." Gretchen said in a cheery voice. "Hungry?"Embarrassed, Katrina stared at the floor."You're mocking me," she said sadly."No, Mother, I'm not." the teen answered as she raised her mother's chin with her hand, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "I just thought that if you were going to eat shit, you might as well get it directly from the oven." Are you serious?" Katrina asked, her. “Morgana spoke with Simon, Rowenna, Julia and Cixi over it,” I replied. “They refused to allow her to set it off, so I offered instead as I’m a bit more expendable. No deaths and it will be forgiven. It has the advantage of the shockwave disrupting the wards; the Seers will then drop in an anti-teleport screen and block any attempt to form new wards and we’ll go in ‘guns ablazing’.”“All a matter of timing then,” Arch stated, shaking his head slightly at the audacity of the plan.“Yep, so we need. Every time she played out the day in her head her pussy would be aching to be touched, licked, fingered or fucked. She was exhausted due to the fucking and her body being in a constant state of arousal. She didn't have a clue how she managed to hide it from her husband but somehow she ended the day in bed next to him without him saying a thing. With the exception of a brief conversation about how well the interview went and how happy he was that she had gotten the job the couple barely spoke.By.