Deep down I was getting off on sitting amongst them. Yes they were younger than me, but I had a thing about group sex, that’s why I had asked my b**...**r to bring them over, and see what would happen. I crossed my leg and let my skirt ride a little higher, and all four looked as I did so, I could feel the palpitations, and yes I was very very wet. When the DVD finished they all became relaxed now the video was off, but their interest in my presence was still as powerful, and my b*****r knew I. Is that right?”“Yes, for a while.”“Do they still live in the firehouse these days?”“Three days on and four off. Then it’s reversed,” she said.”“So you were around brave, confident men who were no doubt aggressive in attacking fires. Such men are often pushy about more than just their jobs. It’s a personality type, or at least I’d think it draws a certain personality type.”“It does,” she agreed.“But it drew you, too. I suspect you have some of the same character traits.”“Possibly,” she. “Hmm, hmm, I think I should,” he replied.I don’t.Who’s asking you?“Let me just make you happy, then,” Aron caressed him slowly. “You won’t have to do a thing, I promise.”“Sounds ... really good,” he murmured.Half an hour later, after having come into his best friend’s skilled mouth like there was no tomorrow, he fell asleep. And in his dream, he tumbled down a one-of-a-kind type of rabbit hole, with pictures of his old life being friends with Aron adorning the smooth walls, in downward. The bright blade pricked her wrist, and a single drop of blood, dark in the candelight, fell onto the altar. It seemed to sparkle for a moment in the half-light, then vanished into the stone. All at once, a great wave of black fog erupted from the altar, swirling around Millicent in a dizzying maelstrom. Somewhere within the boundless darkness, a single belled tolled, rich and resonant. “Who calls me?” said a voice in tones that spoke of heat and darkness. “Who dares summon the morning.