Mera bahot man kr raha tha apni mam ko chodne ka. Or wo raat aa gyi. 8wa din tha 1 bj rahe the main dorr k pass hi tha mam ki awaz sun raha tha. Maine...dorr pe jor se hath mara or bola main apki tabiyat thik h? Mam boli haan! Kya hua main thik hu. Main bola ji mam. Or main jake hall me baith gya.Thodi der baad dorr khula mam bahr aayi. Main sofe pe baitha tha. Wahin mam bhi aake baith gyi. Or boli kya hua qn chilla rahe the main darr gyi thi. Main bola mam maine apki awaz suni to maine socha. .." I trailed off and leered at her. "The casting couch is hard to resist."Nancy gave me a playful nip. "Tell you what, sport. I get to hear the story and you get the best welcome home blow job you ever had." Deal." I said instantly.I'd gotten home earlier than I'd thought and Nancy didn't have the bed made, plus she was on her period. I didn't mind, but Nance didn't want to get the couch or the carpet all messy and the towels were still in the dryer. Normally, we'd have been fucking like. Dad said that they'd have to put some thoughtinto it and after they were finished Mike went upstairs to play for awhile.About 7:30 Mom called up for him to get undressed for his bath. Mike,as usual, delayed getting undressed as he was playing with his teddybear telling it all about today's adventures. He didn't hear thefootsteps coming up the stairs so he was still completely dressed whenhis Mom came into the room and said, "Let's go, Mike, get undressedright now! You need to get your bath and. The Summoning wasn’t complicated… it required her blood to draw the symbols, the death of a small animal — and it was easy enough to catch one of the stray chickens, almost pathetic in its relief at finding someone alive, and a desperate need for this particular demon. Lyana needed him. She had nothing else left. Crouching naked in front of the symbols, she carefully pulled the chicken out of the cage it was clucking in. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, feeling a little guilty that yet another.