’ I was a greasy mess when I got home, and late for dinner. Mom and Dad were going out, so she put something in the oven and said not to get near he... until I was clean. My sister was in college and I was the only child at home. We got along ok, although they wanted me to study harder and bike less. Standard parent worries. I cut PE, my only class after lunch on Mondays, and showed up at the shop by one. She had taken in a dozen bikes that morning, and sold two new ones. I spent some time. Her face was serene, too serene by half for someone who had a death threat hanging over her head. Half my attention was on her, the other half on what I’d have to do to take revenge; I sampled different strategies, nibbled at various tactics, all aimed at killing or disabling the Guardians. I doubted the Prince would keep tearing through the city for me if my jailer and the other sorcerers were dead. He wouldn’t know why I was important; I’d wager Qoura was keeping my significance from him even. ..oh fuck I'm going to cum" Grace moaned. Her orgasm barreled down on her like a freight train, until it slammed into the pit of her belly."AHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" Grace wailed as she felt her belly tighten then whip back. As sparks ignited in front of her eyes in the dark tent, she felt her juices erupt out to coat the face of this darling man kneeling in front of her."Cummmmminnngggggg" she moaned. "Soooo goooodddddddd" she shuddered through each wave.Just as he felt his mother convulse. Her speciality appeared to be acrobatic sex, and the final position had her on the floor on her back, with her knees beside her ears, as Dick pounded her wide-open pussy from above and behind. She unfolded quite quickly, and sucked Dick till he came to finish off her segment."That acrobatic stuff doesn't look as if it would be all that much fun, actually," was Bob's thought.Grl number four, Tamara, was a Goth chick with soot-back hair, dead white skin (in contrast to Heather's tan), too much.