I fucking had her, I knew it.“Come on Mum, catch up,” I said.She looked at me, and with hesitation, she opened her legs.“I can‘t believe I‘m...doing this,” she said.“It‘s OK Mum, honestly, Amy and I do it,” I hoped to ease her fears that what we would do wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t, not in my eyes anyway.I watched as her fingers touch her pussy. Then she started to stroke her slit. She eased her fingers into her pussy and stroked her wet lips. I did everything she did, and as soon as she did. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt. Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written. "Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?" I took a step back I was so blown away by the entry, Desma had a rape. “And what do we know now?” Zorst asked.“They are psionically powerful, matching at least the lower ranks of the Vultoqi. Their weapon capability surpasses ours in many ways even if mostly their technology doesn’t, plus they use their psionic capabilities to supplement those weapons to breach shields and nullify other psiontists abilities. They are Yr’chlike in appearance, if smaller, but are formidable warriors in their own right. Their armour matches ours in strength yet they have woven. Shock at what had just happened, along with anger and rage began to rise in the Enchantress. She was just now beginning to free herself, and was already planning what type of revenge she would invoke, when she received a rude interruption. Suddenly, a cloud of vapor appeared in the center of her chambers. An instant later in the center of the cloud, there appeared the stern visage of the all-father. His dark blue eyes glared at the Enchantress, as she finally succeeded in getting out from.