His black soul was directly behind me and I could feel it’s forked tongue licking at the base of my cerebrum. I stepped forward to get away and that...��s when I noticed that all the other souls, all the other people in the room, were doing the exact same thing. They were all just going round and round in circles trying to get away. I could sense the turmoil and despair, but I could also and quite literally see their demons. They were following the poor saps and gnashing at their heels like hungry. A feathered lizard scrambled toward them on four legs. It looked like anoversized iguana. Or a small dragon.The nearest dogwalker picked the lizard up. Hooted at it. Set it down,facing the other direction.Jas gibbered nervously."I think we're safe," Melissa said. "Stay on the trail." Right. What do dogwalkers eat?" Fish." In the Lakotas?" I dunno. Long memories if you do them a kindness. Equally long memoriesif you hurt one. The meat tastes terrible, not worth killing. Bamahoulegends are full. “Please?” she begged. “I wanna keep up my tan.” I couldn’t deny her when she displayed her famous puppy dog eyes. So, I reached into the bag, found the suntan lotion, squirted some into my hands and started rubbing. Mom let out a soft moan as I started from the mid-section, working my way up. Her skin felt so smooth. I couldn’t tell if my mom was enjoying this, but my full hard on said I sure was. “Mmmmm, honey could you go a bit lower?” Mom asked. I complied with her request and soon, my hand. He zipped me up and planted kisses down my neck.Returning to the festivities, I noticed the barman from yesterday was working on the reception, guiding the wedding guests to the event and pointing out the facilities to them. My man was briefly distracted by a great-aunt or a cousin three times removed or someone (I’d given up trying to place them all, by this point), and I noticed that Ben (the barman-reception lad) had spotted me. Looking me up and down, he mouthed “Wow” at me – my first.