"No, I do not plan on disappearing. Although, I should warn you, I am quite capable of accomplishing such a feat, but I would only do so if you wished...for me to do it. However, I thought I might begin with something just a wee bit smaller. Oh, say, perhaps, this?"She hefted the stone in the palm of her hand into the air and carefully caught it. Without waiting for his reply, she held the stone before her in her right hand. She waved her left hand over it, fluttering her fingers in an elegant. I’d love to have a sexy one of you to carry on my Harley and in my hotrod when Dad gets it built.”“Hooten Wayne McCoy are you serious, would you really?”“I am dead serious Sharon, I wish I had me one of the new Polaroid cameras, so I could take a picture of you laying naked on my Harley out by the lake.”“Hoot you’re so funny, you wouldn’t do that, would you? Shoot, I’d be too shy to ever let you take a picture like that. But you know what, Dad’s got one of them.”“No kidding Sharon, can you. I placed my hands behind me and leaned back. The tag number was not important now, as lust inflamed my body. He leaned forward and I eagerly accepted his tongue, I pushed against his hot organ and then allowed it to explore. Sweat poured from our bodies as juice poured from my hot cunt. I used my heels to urge him into a faster pace and felt his cock enlarge. I knew that he was reaching orgasm and that caused me to start mine. He tugged my tits out and began to suck my nipples, then he. ”“And obedience,” Liala noted.“Yes,” Morane admitted.“That is what always troubled me about religion,” Liala said.“It is not necessarily obedience to a god or to a government,” Morane explained. “It is obedience to a principle. We expect people to adhere to their beliefs no matter the hardships they face.”“Like you did,” Liala said.“To a certain extent but I am not a good example,” Morane told her. “My beliefs wavered many times during my captivity. There are many times I should have stood for.