" I'm sorry to hear that," I mumbled."It's SO good to hear that that isn't always the case," Dylan said."That there are some fathers who don't fly int... a rage if they find outtheir son isn't a big, macho heterosexual moron." Try replacing'heterosexual' with 'cisgender', I self-pityingly thought to myself,which brought a question to the front of my brain- something I'd wantedto ask later in the date, but which I was almost desperate to askimmediately."Dylan..." I mumbled."Jason...?" Dylan. She lay back and spread her legsapart, and I climbed between them kneeling and pushing my face up between her thighs to first gaze at, then lick at her little peach-shaped pussy. She squirmed with delight, and though I'm sure she didn't have an orgasm as such, she certainly enjoyed the tongue licking her older cousin was giving her.Meanwhile, Mary Lou had taken charge of Barbie, and began tasting herwares as well. What a sight we must have been, four girls sprawled out onone bed, licking and. Taylor's office. For a moment she wondered what they were doing in there, she tried to put it out of her head as she continued working. After a time, Kimberly had become so focused on the work that when the intercom button buzzed it startled her noticeably, quickly composing herself she hit the button."Yes Mr. Taylor?" Kimberly, would you step into my office please." Her boss requested.Kimberly thought he sounded a little strange, but answered "Right away Mr. Taylor." Once the call was. The crone almost went insane begging him to put it back on.At the edge of his short sword he forced the reason for this out of her.She had been living in the land of the Celts for more than a thousandyears though the use of the cloak he had thrown off.She told him that once every 45 years on the night of the second fullmoon of Winter the Cloak awoke and drew out the mind and soul of theperson who had possessed the cloak for the proceeding years, that bodythen dropped dead, but did not die..