Mona Lisa has nothing on my girl when it comes to heart-wrenching smiles.I smiled back at her, and bent down just that much to kiss her lips again. I ...caught her womanly aroma drifting up to my nose, and I inhaled deeply, pulling the favor of my woman in my head. I reached for her blouse, pushing it off of her shoulders, and down off her arms. I caught it before it could fall, and tossed it over to the chair that was beside the dresser. I was beginning to get the idea that maybe she'd started. Seeming satisfied, mom said OK the shampoos over there – when you need it. Oh what I came her for – when youre done, take your dirty clothes to the basement and put them in the washing machine, so that you have clean clothes for school this week. She then turned back into the hallway and closed the door, giving me back some small amount of privacy. Actually, nudity wasnt a big deal in our house I just didnt want dear old mom to see my hard-on. Ever since I could remember, any of mom, dad or I. It was just a matter of time before the beast evened the odds, however, and they had already been in the cabin for too long. It was time to set events in motion.Ryan began to recite the Preliminary Invocation of the Goetia from the safety of his protective triangle. It was becoming so familiar to him now, this was the third time in so many days that he had read aloud the entire passage. There was a certain rhythm to the invocation when it was recited properly, more of a chant or a hymn than a. And shclumping his leaden head into his interwoven, somehow-even-tighter fingers.'It BETTER be the last goddamn one, or I swear to fucking christ-'In between (AND during) the SLIGHTLY more sane audible narration of his damn-near fervent gameplay, it was as though his mind was both racing and speaking in CAPS all at once. The synapses of his mind seemed to sizzle and pop, while the cheery little tune ringing in his ears through his ELITE PRO (more like ELITE PRICE TAG) headphones assisted.