"Ms. Smith drew sharp breath. Even I was shocked. I knew full well about the emotional abuse, but Fran had kept the physical battering from me. No won...er she had been unwilling to undress in my presence. I wish she could have confided in me, but I understood perfectly why she hadn't; she must have feared - and rightly so - what my reaction would have been. Now that it was out in the open the flood gates burst and Fran could cry. She did that in my arms, Ms. Smith patting her back and stroking. Bill had not asked whether he could remove Sam?s panties, but Sam had noreal objection, and in fact, helpfully lifted his butt to aid Bill in hisendeavor. Sam?s own cock sprang out when released, but as usual, Billignored it. He flipped Sam over onto his stomach and began massaging hisasscheeks, and after a bit, stuck his finger back into the warm cleftbetween Sam?s ass cheeks and slid it slowly over his butthole.Occasionally, he lightly scratched Sam?s perineum. After a bit, he let alittle. “As best I can tell, the human brain can only keep up with so much change before it stops tracking Class data. After a while it catches up again, though.”“So ... For a while I’ll only know about the parts of my Class I knew about before I stopped knowing about parts of it?” Ugh, this is why I hate learning stuff from Mom... “More or less,” Mom said, rubbing her daughter’s knee. “You’ll be able to stumble on newer Skills and Traits you have if you happen to think about them—sort of like. That's Mark's trick... did he learn that from you?" Shhh...." Frank whispered as he peeled the crotch of her panties to one side. The exposure to cold air made her realize that she was wet. When did that happen?A strong push of warmth invaded her, undulating and curling wildly in directions she couldn't predict. She heard herself moan as it happened, then felt pressure on her lips and rapid pulses of pressure. More hot exhaust, this time on her clit as Frank's nose nestled just above it. God,.