My tongue enters your ass in a deep thrust, filling up your hole, while at the same time my hand gives a sharp jerk. Slowly your asshole is filled wit... my tongue fucking it...going in and out, slowly, tortuously. I remove my hands and tongue and switch places. I push one finger in and out while I deep throat your cock. The muscles in my throat constrict and release in a series of short bursts. I slowly add another finger, pushing in deep and slowly pulling out.Suddenly I stop everything. I. These mortals don’t even try any more, do they”?“Not so much. Anyway my love, it seems someone has asked properly”. He crooks his arm for her to grasp and asked. “Shall we”?Oestara takes his arm and they step forward and that step brings them in front of a bleeding mortal. He has little blood left to bleed, and little life left to live before he would no longer appreciate the concept of mortal, but experience it. Experiencing it in the manner a lump of dead flesh can experience anything.“Have. "Here is a letter my real father, also known as Mike Hunter, wrote me. I am the one who is to decide if you fulfilled your duties as a mother. You were and are a lousy mother. Therefore, unless I sign off on that section of the will you get a little money and that's all you'll get. Remember, this house reverts to me if I don't sign off on it." He handed her the letter."Why are you doing this to me?" his mother whispered. "I did everything I could to bring you up to be a fine young man."She. Wonder who I had to thank for that. I dressed and wandered into the sitting room to find Michelle sipping from a cup. She had poured me one so I sat with her and drank some coffee too, good stuff. ‘When we go to breakfast there is someone I want you to meet. You will like her, and she is important to me,’ Michelle said this with a soft apprehensive look on her face. ‘Who is it?’ I asked. ‘You’ll see, come, let’s go to the breakfast.’ We strolled through the foyer, through the sitting room, into.