She’d experienced nothing of Arcadian life, and virtually nothing of life within the palace. The only locations she’d visited during her visits we...e The Hall of The Gate, Leda’s extravagant suite, and the guest accommodation between. The palace grounds were nothing but a blurred remembrance. So it all came down to this: Young-Rebecca in her various iterations must come to regard Leda as the loathsome dictator that Rebecca had thwarted 20 years ago, insuring continuity of the timeline.. Her hands tore at his clothing. Hemanth was not in the mood to be pleasant or nice. Neither, it appeared, was Mala.A real, living phallus in her hands. Finally. A young, virile male dick in her hands. Mala wanted to do everything at once, but settled on a quick, violent fuck to start the evening. From the glint in his eye, she knew he would be gone as soon as he came. Or so he thought.“Fuck me.” she growled the words, punctuation her need with several firm strokes of his cock. The tip was. That is where I had seen it, from my mother. And then it all came together. Her face, the way she looked at me. I realized that she looked a lot like me (my dryad self), in fact she looked exactly like me. Only more noble, and mature, where as I looked more innocent and childish. I never realized that I looked like that before. I suppose that I had tried to avoid paying too much attention to my new face, never really looking at it. Never fully appreciating its full details.Furthermore, I. But she made me under control by speaking seriously. I was unable to make any further moves and was dumbstruck. Then I started to talk but mom angrily said –Mom: Shut the fuck up and listen to me. If you don’t listen, I will reach to your dad and tell him about your actions.So I kept everything aside and heard what she had to say. She said –Mom: There should not be any such act coming forward even in your dreams.And my mom banged the door and left the room. I tried to follow her but she went to.