She admitted he had a point; Amy wouldn't allow that. She'd go ballistic. Yet, she'd accepted it several times already with no anger. How she loved it... when she was right! How she loved the pretty girl standing in front of her! She'd do anything for Amma-llia, and for Amy, but the child needed to know exactly what she was asking for, what she was getting in to."Amy, you can indeed stop their deaths. That is within your abilities as the Special One. But are you sure you want to?" Of course I do!. They had been married the better part of fifteen years, certainly all of their young adult lives. During which time, they had passed through the stage of tearing off each others clothes in a lust crazed frenzy at every opportunity they got, suffering an animalistic need to have flesh in side and against flesh. Their lovemaking was fuelled by the instinctive desire to procreate, but also a need to cement their relationship; it was a wild thing of raw energy and emotion, of trial and error, of. We passed the last house around 10 miles back (if you couldcall it a house; a ramshackle croft turned holiday cottage, waiting out thelonely months till the life spark returned). We had seen no signs of life otherthan a few small herds of bedraggled goats, sheltering behind crags. We peered ahead into the gloom as the car slowed. The waxing demon moon wasjust starting to show her face, the faint red glow felt eerily appropriatefor the night we had planned ahead. I made a swift study of Col's. “Joelle let me in honey it’s Emma”. The door opened a crack Joelle’s hand emerged and grabbing Emma’s arm, pulled her into the luxuriously appointed bathroom.Joelle’s next action surprised Emma beyond reason; the still naked girl wrapped her arms around her neck and proceeded to ram her stiff little tongue into her mouth. Caught off balance for a moment Emma froze then succumbed to the writhing tongue in her mouth. The girls stood by the green marble sink as they kissed without restraint.Emma.