It was as if he were launching into a new and exciting adventure, and he felt as if he had suddenly become a man, ready to tackle life.His real mother... and a sister! A new home. A new life! He wondered if his mother were as beautiful as he imagined her. He had asked Ma Baylor a hundred times about her--what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other details about the mother he'd never met. He was sure she would be beautiful, soft and kind, an angel on earth. Ma Baylor. Edward could now see it was an enemy spirit, but that was not what chilled his blood and blurred his vision-what froze his heart was that he knew the spirit. Every detail of the face was familiar, save the jagged scar that ran over the foul creature's right eye and down to his chin. Edward was pretty sure he knew precisely where that scar had come from, though."Dominus." He breathed, voice ragged with pain and exhaustion, "I never thought I'd see you again." Hello Edward," the dark spirit. Now simple pleasures of admiring little budding roses from my littlebox bedroom.Pink bedsheets on my single bed seemed so innocent at first, surely alittle joke or phase with Rachel but now was a constant reminder forme. The first few nights sleep had been fitful but my wife said I wouldsettle and I had to my surprise. The single bed if anything seemedquite big now and the deep pink cotton sheet and matching duvet seemedif anything familiar and comforting. And as for those reoccurringdreams. She worked the cloth over the rest of his cock and let it flip up into the air."Ohhh Clint it's beautiful!" she said. She caressed the long black thing in front of her face, admiring it's bend. He was circumcised and his cock looked like it was made from some exotic stone, or maybe some wood like ebony. It was smooth all along it's length, not knobby and rough like a lot of pricks Buffy had seen. It was pointed too, the tip tapered, made for slipping into a tight woman with a minimum of.