. know ... that you love me. Before, we discussed our relationship, of uncle and niece. I don’t want that, not now. I am your son. I am proud to be ...our son, and I am so very proud that you are, and always will be, my mother.”He turned his head to the girls. “Piper, Curie. Pass my message on to Gwen, and to anyone else you add to your rather unconventional relationship. I know that you both love my mother with all your hearts, I’m sure Gwen does as well. She loves you just as much. I wish I. I admired the beauty of the house as I rang the bell on the entrance gate.The gate slid open automatically, allowing me to access into the house compound. The door creaked opened and Mrs Patel stepped out to greet me. She looked stunning with the dress she wore this time, which I assumed a traditional attire for her. If memory served me right, she was wearing a Lehenga Choli with a yellow shrug draped around her. The dress top was a silky V-neck top which covered just enough of her chest and. . one. There was one individual, comprised of three entities.Caleb was conscious of the massive job to organize Al’s memory, categorize those memories, and integrate the keys to those memories with their, as in singular, mind. It was a process running in the background ... and he shook himself. “I don’t think like that!” he blurted, stunned.“Mac! How do you undo this?” Caleb demanded urgently.“I’m ... I’m not sure I can!” the Mac portion of their mind replied, sounding surprised at that. Nisi reached behind her knees to hold her legs open for his assault. Their sex sounded sloppy and urgent. Nisi felt a familiar sensation swelling through her body, though it felt more intense than any she felt from getting fingered or eaten out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” she said, like a mantra. As her orgasm built, she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, sending a vibration through her body. Brock increased his rhythm until he was really railing her. At that point, her orgasm crashed like.