..all your people.. came to behere?" I asked( I was born here, as were many others. Some, like theShaman, came here from somewhere else. They do not s...eak ofit)"What does the Shaman want with my sister?" demandedIcestorm, a somewhat more intelligent question I thought.( He is the Shaman, who can know the thoughts of a Shaman?) Shrugged Saah ( perhaps he wishes to have passion, weSatyri like passion)"Last question then, what are the "bad things" that preventus continuing tonight" I asked. As she passed in front of the window, I thought that I could see through it enough to tell that there was no other garment underneath.Mom was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly in the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me tenderly, very gently, and murmured, “Happy birthday, my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you still sitting and I put my arms around her just below her hips.She stuck her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips. I responded in kind.. This n' that, mainly that. I still have her presents from last year.(Vickie) I drank yours, all but one bottle.(*Anne-Mal) Ah, I never knew that the two of you wrote interactively!(Darkside) Anne, don't feel too left out. VT and me, yeah we do sometimes. She corrects all the 10000's of errors in my stories while I read hers right through.(Vickie) I've met two of us in their three dimensional form, Darkside and Rhonda Wagram, I am privileged to report. Through this medium, originally as mutual. I could now see her inner lips and was surprised at how delicate they looked. They were like the petals of a dusky, pink flower and her arousal glistened on them like beads of morning dew and I knew what I had to do next. I moved my face even closer and sucked the warm, wet folds into my mouth, before running my tongue over them. The reaction was almost instantaneous, as a trickle of her juices ran down over my chin and I lowered my face even more to capture it, covering the source with my lips.