. for want of a better word. However, both Morgana and I still had access as a sort of thank you for services rendered in the past, despite the attemp...s of Mage Clarence, on a regular basis, to have this revoked.Mage Zola was waiting for my arrival, along with her team, which included Dorry as the focal point of the Seer gestalt for observation and Benjamin to sort out any mental health issues.“Doubling up?” I asked after the formal and informal greetings.“Yes,” Zola replied. “Twins of good. She called herself a "recovering Catholic." She had questioned all the morals and every expectation they had imposed on her. Except she had never seriously thought about this one. i****t was a universal taboo. It was just plain wrong according to so many traditions. Different cultures defined it in different ways and there had been a few exception throughout history. But it was clearly wrong.Maybe it was according to those traditions but as she thought back on how it felt with her son in her. I hadn't seen her since she was a little girl and she had grown up to be a hot teen and a VERY FUCKABLE girl! As the night went on and the drinks flowed, the talk turned to sex and I couldn't keep my eye's off either Camille OR her daughter. They were both sitting side by side at the kitchen table, both in shorts, barefoot and both had their legs up on the table. I could see the outline of Camille's daughters pussy under her shorts and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. Her shorts. She had been reading Freddy Forsyth's "Day of the Jackal" and had seen how comparatively easy it was to manufacture an identity. But that was just the birth certificate - what about the National Insurance number and a hundred and one other bits of paperwork?What she desperately needed was some appropriately shady contact to perform all the necessary work. As she looked again around the dingy little room and considered the dubious antecedents of the people responsible for running this female.