His grandparents would be proud and happy.We had supper. Mom and Dad had wine while Karen and I stuck to lemonade. Marianne joined us in our drink of ...hoice. The band came out and Mick went to the mic and said, "This is a happy event. Our occasional tenor sax player got himself engaged to Karen Monroe." There was heavy clapping. "Brad, bring her up here for your first dance as an engaged couple." I stood and pulled Karen up and into my arms. We danced to "Embraceable You." When the song. Nuns didn't have the abilities of monks to fight demons. But there should be one with her. When I reimbued humanity with the gifts, seventy-two men and seventy-two women had become the new nuns and monks to fight against my parents.They were the ones that had led mankind into anarchy.The lions rushed quicker, their clawed paws tearing up the fields, the plants wilting in their wake. Their eyes shown silver like the stars. I touched the golden power inside myself. I was the Prophetess, the human. His face was buried in the pungent crevice of her volcano like pussy. It constantly spewed the molten lava of her erupting sex.Sam thrust two fingers into the scalding heat of her pussy. If he could have seen her eyes, he would have known that pupils had rolled back in her head. She was a woman possessed. At 45 she was experiencing sex as she never had before.Sam turned slowly. He pulled his mom slightly to her side. He helped her raise one leg and then buried his face in the love arch formed.. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her investment.Today, though, something had come up that was not a part.