I mean, she'd had an affair, but she'd been discreet. Now I was home almost every night, and the situation that had permitted and abetted her discreti...on was gone. She went out only twice before one of the girls she claimed to be out with called to say "hi."I always said momma didn't raise no fools. I didn't even give a twitch when I chatted with Judy. I busted Jill's alibi for the previous outing as well without ever arousing Judy's suspicions, and promised to deliver a message. I'm guessing. ‘That is the custom in the southern lands,’ explained Glade. ‘It is a bad custom,’ said Flint. ‘I hope she doesn’t stay in our cave for long. We must build her a shelter so she can sleep elsewhere.’ There were many ways that Demure had changed since Glade had last seen her. It wasn’t just the years of living with the Cave Dwellers that had taught her a degree of humility and consideration for others that had been totally absent in the proud woman Glade had known before. She was still a woman. I could feel the orgasm growing within me. And with it the promise of shapeshifting.“I’m gonna come!” I warned, though I’m not sure who I was warning—my sister or myself? The orgasm ripped through me moments later. It shook my entire body, forcing squirt after squirt to gush out of my slit. The hot nectar splashed into my sister’s face, but she didn’t seem to mind. She kept purring as her tongue darted in and out of me. I did the same, though I used moans to voice my ecstasy. But it mattered. I just didn’t need it and she certainly never mentioned one. I wasn’t even sure if she knew what that word meant.Well, things had changed a lot since then, that’s for sure. 1826-1793=33. That was the important number. 33.I thought that she had explored every way to hurt me, but it turned out she was quite creative.“I’m thinking about making a porn movie and distributing it freely on the internet, honey. What do you think? Wouldn’t that be nice?”Oh, my. The calm Saturday afternoon was already.