I heard the crunch of metal and felt the vehicles beside me shift with the impact. I just laid there, my left arm throbbing from the impact, my right ...ide none too happy either. I kept my eyes shut so I wouldn't see how bad it was. I could smell exhaust and steam from a dirty engine and hear the moans of Jake, as well as the screams of the spectators."Trish," a voice whispered and my eyes flashed open."Connor?" What the hell was he doing here?"Curl your legs up." I did as he told me and saw him. Mine swirled around his crown. I caressed him and then bobbed my head. He moaned as I did that. My lips, sealed tight about his shaft, worked up and down him, pleasing him.“Mom!”What a sweet thing to have moaned into my pussy.“Oh, Mom, yes!” He sounded so throaty. So full of pleasure. I bet he would cum so hard into me. I sucked with all my might, my own orgasm building and building as his tongue swept through my folds. He plundered me, driving me wild. The heat blazed inside of me. I shuddered. "I've been told I have had good instruction," I said with false modesty. "and that I have been a good student of arms." Hmmm. Show me something then," Eliun said. "A practice form, something you know well."There was little room by the hearth to swing a blade, but I pulled sword and dagger, and holding them close, moved through a shallow reaching pattern I remembered from my earliest training."I think we should go see Ghordun," Eliun said. "Tomorrow is midweek, isn't it?" It is," Kei answered.. It's one of only three banks designed by a very famous man by the name of Frank Lloyd Wright.So who the fuck cares about Frank Floyd. You took my picture and I don't like that!I let the name error go, she wasn't interested anyway. I rummaged around in my camera bag that I'd automatically slung over my shoulder when I got out of Miss Swifty, pulled out the offending Polaroid, and gave it to her.Here, take it. As you can see, it's difficult to make out your face as I was pretty far away in order.