“That’s a tempting offer,” I admitted, I got Mrs. Sanchez a beer that she took gratefully, if for no other reason than for the distraction. “I...think if I took you up on it, I’d have trouble stopping. I get the feeling that hitting you would be addictive. That’s not what I was thinking though.”She nodded even though she blanched at my declaration that I wouldn’t want to stop hitting her. “So what were you thinking?” she asked.“I was thinking about going back to the one place I was free of you. . Sure... She's a total fox and all but she's my k** sister! Anyway, when I told her to take them off I was sure she'd just laugh and we'd go to the party, but she surprised me..."Ok," she said softly. Right then and there, without hesitation, she slipped her hands under her skirt and slid her panties right down and stepped out of them. Standing up again, she held them out to me. I took them and could still feel her warmth in the material. She was still facing away from me so I held them up to. This is what she has been waiting for ever since she came home. The moan also drowns out the gasp of shock from outside her bedroom door. After a brief nap, Olivia bolts upright in her bed. For some unknown to her reason she could not fall back asleep. In actuality a particularly loud moan from Mel had traveled through Cronus's dick and down the hall to insinuate itself in Olive's subconscious. In any event after a few minutes of tossing and turning she decides to go downstairs and watch some. Cerulea shook her head. "Humans. Always rushing. Hmm ... Mr Grinstead."She tapped her tail on the floor. A complex circle appeared on the stone floor as if drawn in ghostly white light. In the centre of the circle the floor vanished to be replaced by a pool of abyssal black shadow. A strange creature rose up out of the darkness. It looked like a blue-skinned ape with a toothy crocodile's snout for a head. It was no more than a foot in height. Two delicate pairs of wings, flimsy like a fly's,.