Any psychic grandbabies on the way yet?" teased my mother, smiling gaily as I let her into the room. I'm not sure I've seen her quite this happy and r...laxed in a long time. It was disconcerting to consider that the very things that so terrified me made her feel so good, especially when you consider all the extremely weird circumstances surrounding recent events."Morning kids," welcomed my father, trying desperately to change the topic regarding his precious children creating progeny in the next. Her left shoulder was bare and the right shoulder of her blouse was pulled low. The reason was obvious. She had what appeared to be a full torso tattoo that ran down her arm as well. The cameraman was fascinated enough by the tattoo that he got several angles of it. The back of the wolf’s body ran out of sight from her left shoulder blade. The wolf’s face looked out from her collar bone. Her left arm was a full sleeve of the wolf’s shoulder and foreleg all the way to the claws on her left hand.. “God, I love how fucking horny you are,” Becca remarked. “Me too,” I replied. As Becca drove through the downtown area, the streetlights suddenly came on. The power was up and working again. “Damn it,” Becca said. “Well, doing risqué things in public during a blackout was fun while it lasted.” “Hey, just because the power is back and working doesn't mean that the fun has to end tonight,” I informed her. “What did you have in mind?” she asked me. “Let's go back to the house,” I answered. . ” “Your favourite,” husked Stacey as her own hands started to duplicate that of her daughter's and both women were touching themselves almost ready to make the first move and cross that boundary. “Yes, my favourite,” moaned Becky as she eased her panties aside and pushed a finger inside herself, “because I always imagine the older woman to be you and the younger woman to be me.” That was the signal that sparked something off in Stacey’s brain and pushed her beyond the point of no return. She.