And this guilt played abig part of the dreams. The other dreams where just odd, or evenimpossible. It started with a castle, huge, old, but still beau...iful ina way. Inside the castle was a table, with the most unusual chairs shehad ever imagined.One was made of stone, another of wood and plants, another seemed to bemade of fire, another of water, one of a whirlwind, one of soliddarkness, and the last of solid light.Most of the chairs were occupied, but three were empty, the water chair,the. She went to her seat and retrieved a tube of KY and tossed it to the floor between Acer’s calves saying “you decide if you want it lubed or not. How well do you like your son-in-law today?” She returned to her seat. Aaron was obviously anxious as he stood up and pushed his pants down to his ankles and knelt behind Acer, who really must have liked this idea, his cock was hard as a rock, his butt cheeks twitching with anticipation. I guessed that Aaron must have liked Acer today, he. Since he was in the process of being animated, that meant he had died.Or better the original him had ceased to exist. He was a clone and was kept down here in this hidden crypt many levels underneath the Main temple of the Church of Darkness.The Cloning machine was of finest Saresii origin. Technology of the legendary First Age of Knowledge and operated by an equally fine and incredibly advanced Saresii Clone Process Bot.Cloning of sentient beings was strictly prohibited by Union laws and the. She was using the samebag that she'd brought with her five months ago before thetransformation. She unpacked her toiletries, make-up, two newswimsuits, shorts, undies, a sun dress, shoes and a sexy silk top andpants in a bright coral that she'd wear tomorrow evening.She took a long steamy shower and dried her hair. She'd gotten a softperm the other day with added blonde highlights. Everyone seemed tolove it. She passed her legs through her white thong, straightening itover her pussy. Her.