Something nagged at me. My easel and palette seemed to always be clear and in color even if I was on the other side of the room and everything between...us was black. I wondered if there was a residual aura that remained around my most important objects. My paints were clear to me. My easel, and in fact, any of the paintings that I had done that included color. I could see them clearly. I wonder if it is possible to transfer your aura to an object. I glanced through the archway to our bedroom.. With one hand on each woman, he tweaked their nipples, squeezing and pulling. He loved how both of their bodies responded to his touch. "Jeff, we shouldn't be doing this," said his mom. Yet, she knew it would take a hurricane to break their bond. He knew what was happening to his mom and sister. It was the same thing that happened to all the women he fucked. Once a woman touched his cock there was no turning back; the pull was irresistible; they all wanted more. "Mom, I want you to. Lightning struck, close enough to blind him for a moment, and loud enough to shake the very ground he stood upon. He gasped hard, and caught himself holding his breath as the thunder worked outward. He knew the feel of lightning, the sound of thunder. Knew them too well.“You bring a swarm of insects to my door, and hope to do battle? So be it.” Andromeda slammed her staff down from on high, and unleashed havoc.Red eyes started to join the white sorceress. More. And more. More until Darian was. ” John said.“He was lost at sea in the triangle over a decade ago.” She said looking of into the past.“Oh my.” He said just looking at her. She seemed to be lost.“Well do you want me to carry this out to the car for you.” He said with a smile.“No…” She said with a sigh.“I buried my husband a long time ago. He was out on the boat with his lover when he vanished.” She said taking another deep sigh.“All that suit case would do was drag up old memories I don’t want. Please just sell it, throw the.