It was true that the few years of separation had changed Glade also. Her breasts were fuller. Her thighs and buttocks were thicker. Lines creased her ...nce smooth face. But Demure had changed much more. It wasn't just age that had changed her. A deep scar was cruelly gashed across her left cheek and forehead. Her left eye was dull, grey and sightless. She was limping on the same side. Her right arm was twisted and viciously scarred.But when Demure smiled at the shaman's wife she radiated a look. “Scott ... we shouldn’t be doing this” she gasped.“Oh ... so the quick feels that you gave me during those New Year’s Eve dances were accidental huh?” he asked with his other hand on the back of her neck drawing her into a kiss. Their lips came together - she was tentative for a few seconds until the dam broke and she returned his kiss with tongue-filled passion.Truth be told she had not felt up his cock, but in her tipsy state there was no chance of her remembering everything that she had. ”Rose popped up from her chair with a great smile. “Oh, mom, you’re going to love it. This is sooooo ‘Circle’.” She took Scarlett’s hand and led her up the circular stairs, explaining that they didn’t do anything to the downstairs other than live in it and be extremely careful of her possessions.Rose started the tour with Scarlett’s bedroom suite, showing here that nothing had been changed from when she left. Scarlett noted the fresh flowers on her dresser. Next was the study room. The room was. She also took full advantage of the chance to grope me as she cleaned my whole body, her hands roaming all over my flesh. I had no complaints, though. This was pretty fucking awesome, don’t you think? My mother, who could easily be mistaken for Naomi Watts and even shared her first name with that actress, clearly couldn’t keep her hands off me. That was flattering in the extreme for me, very heady wine.Before I knew it, I was busy washing her as well, caressing her soft, smooth, sleek, wet.