The point being his mother was someone that never knew his father really was. Still, she was highly devoted to him, to a practically fanatic level at ...imes, likely the result of some sort of fiendish ability or magic, or at least its lingering effects.Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and everything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted;. Then the Guru asked her to stop. She looked tired and sprawled on the armchair. The Guru told me he would perform his last ritual on her and it could take an hour or more. He told me to wait here and be patience. I told him I would get some work done in that case to which He agreed heartily. His followers carried the chair with my wife in it and walked to the room. The Guru carried the idol of the sexy god and followed them.After a short while, the workers came out of the room and shut the. As soon as they started to sink in she’d pull them back. Just playing with the very outer edges of my clenching pussy she suddenly rammed her two fingers into me tight and hard. Screaming in ecstasy I felt her curl her fingers up to massage my g-spot, her tongue still teasing my pussy lips. Still licking my pussy lips, pulling on them with her lips and teeth, she slowly finger fucked my out of control pussy. Her slow but powerful motions rocked me to the core of my being. My body tensed and. I looked down at her, I suddenly felt lost in her grief, I had made her cry hundreds of time before and laughed about it, but this time it was different somehow. I put my arms around her and cradled her as she wept.Minutes passed and her tears dried, she unrolled and moved back onto her back."I'm sorry," she said, wiping a tear away."What! why are you sorry?" I asked."I know you were just being nice," she sniffed, "and there me being horrible to you. I'm know too skinny, and my boobs are too.