"Who is to say she didn't start the Snowflake line. Intact records of that period are extremely rare, but all the legends describe her as a huge Snowf...ake. It is my theory that Snowflakes are dying out because they aren't true Faeruhnites. If an alien from another reality founded their line, they couldn't be. There must have been some subtle incompatibility if a great being such as Starswirl produced what have ultimately proven to be such a biologically inferior race." We are not inferior!" A. This time she took a shower, and directed the pulsing water stream between her legs. One hand held her breast, squeezing and twisting her nipples. After a bit, though, she dropped the sprayer and her fingers went to work. It didn't take long. She gasped through her completion.That got rid of a lot of the tension she'd felt while coming home. She glanced at the time. She could do herself again, or she could wait until she went to bed. She took another look at the clock on the washstand. It would. Sandy had no qualms at all of course, and when I surveyed the surrounding tables I saw that these were the only two seats left near the stage so we sat down.Introductions were made and I tried my best to be cordial, even friendly but I'm sure my nervousness came glaring through. Our table-mates seemed comfortable enough as my wife chatted easily with them. We ordered drinks and as we engaged in small talk I was glad that neither of these guys were the feminine type. After the drinks arrived I. My mum was sitting on the armchair reading a book and my dad was out somewhere."Mum," I said, I was wondering..." What darling?" she replied."Something Henry said made me think..." At that moment John walked in and sat down; placing two cups of tea on the coffee table, "hi Sam, tea?" Yes please," I replied, he got up and left for the kitchen. I sat in silence for a few minutes watching mum read and wondering what to say. I could see she was looking at me out of the corner of her eye waiting for.