I was down the stairs and in his arms then and the mental contact shifted into something a little more deep and primal. I asked, with my lips still pr...ssed tightly against his.He did. Easily, openly, without reservation. He was a good man, freshly minted from the kind, smart, caring boy he had but recently been. I saw Great Grandpa Dave and Great Grandma Ginny in his thoughts. They had come, and it was their thoughts that Chris had been allowed to see. They had been the ones to open their minds. "All right then," she said, stroking the length of Scott's shaft with one hand, reaching for her phone with the other. She managed to pick it up, just before it rolled over to voicemail.--- ---"Hi, Maddy," Shelly's voice sounded happy and bubbly in Madeline's ear. "I take it you watched the video, huh? I've been trying my best, but your husband is REALLY HARD."Shelly was stroking Scott's cock with her hand, her fingers barely wrapped around it's girth."So hard," she whispered to Scott, moving. It's a surgically clean slice."Basel nodded. "Did you run a bio-comparison?" Yes, very broad sweep. The closest we have for this type of attack pattern would be from cephalopods. Some species of octopi have hooks along their tentacles, used both for seizing prey and for defense." Ah. And do you see any patterns of tentacle strikes with these marks, patterns of linear strikes?" No, quite the opposite in fact. There's a complex 2-D pattern of marks over the entire body, almost as if a rug woven. Not wanting to intrude, Sammi looked elsewhere. The party was in a large room that opened onto the patio next to the pool; she'd stopped in the pool's locker room to hang up her clothes. There was a buffet table at the far end of the room, a barbecue on the patio next to the pool, and kids and adults from the tournament scattered all over the furniture. There were more people in the pool, and one adventuresome couple lying on towels on the diving board, bouncing up and down in their.