Mom always was considerate of me, paying attention to my concerns in school, listening to any problems I had as I went through the days. She would alw...ys ask me how my day was when I came in and genuinely listened as I told her about it. Listening is something that takes practice, really listening when I turned 19 I told her how shy I was around girls, which came as no surprise to her. She said I should ‘just be myself’, that girls would see things in me that would make it easier to talk to. .. but it didn't stop them from trying.They roped off the house for about a week and had lots of arc-tech gearheads going over everything with a fine toothed micrometer. They paid especial attention to her computer, where I'm sure they found all sorts of unwholesome things. No one could possibly doubt that poor misguided and now mangled Gloria had done the unthinkable for a mere 1.9 Sensitive. If they wanted more answers they could get a good Necromancer to have a talk to her corpse ... too bad. It twisted in his grasp, the blade bending almost double before it tore out of his hand. The flat of the blade swung sideways against his helmet, crushing it like foil and splattering his brains across the ground. The sword flailed wildly, smashing at the remaining guards with great swings, hitting as often with the flat as the edge, and finally dropped to the ground as it found nothing more to oppose it. There was a highpitched tinkle as it struck against a rock, shattering into tiny fragments. His cock going all the way inside then bringing it back all the way out was so much pleasure.My whole body kept craving that feeling as it slid back and fourth. I was hanging there right on the edge of another climax. I was slobbering on the cock in my mouth and moaning with each lovely thrilling hard thrust.I finely felt him bury himself in me and I felt his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into me. He pulled out and another replaced him. The man I was sucking did not cum, but he said that.