He was driving atnight. They found his car in the river. His body and two empty bottlesof whisky were in the car.The ride back home, the funeral, ever...thing was a blur. The awfulfeeling of guilt was making me miserable. The guilt of not talking todad, of not trying to understand him when it was still possible. And itonly becomes worse when his will was announced. I got everything: thehouse, the business and all the money. I didn't understand what itmeans at the time, did he loved me after. I gently blew on her pussy. She moaned. I kissed her all around the pussy. I ran my tongue all around her pussy. Teasing her… she was waiting. She pleaded …please. Please. I looked at her and smiled. I spread her clit with my fingers and ran the tip of my tongue all along her clit. She went wild and was moaning very loudly. I looked at her and smiled. All she could say was, “You cruel bastard”.I licked her clit some more and as the pace of my licking increased I could hear moan more. I then. She was a Mist Master with a five hundred years lifespan, yet looked like she is half foot in the grave. Zax could not judge her age for certainty that she lived that long, but from the gruesome old wound on her back, he was sure that she didn’t and in her past suffered an injury that drained her life force through the years, from which she had yet to recover.The last and seventh cultivator was, most astonishingly – from the perspective of New Earth’s native – at the second realm, Intermediate. A chill ran through him as she moved the scourge along his torso. Lightly, she whipped his erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the submissive man. Raising the whip high above her head, Summer swung her arm down violently, the strands lashing the man across his heaving chest. He almost yelled out, but her earlier demand for silence resulted in a muffled scream. Dropping the whip in his lap, her gaze moved back to the bed.Once again, she strolled over to her stepdaughter. She kissed.