No, I’m not okay.”“Where are you?” she asked again. “I’ll meet you and we can talk about it. You didn’t do anything wrong. She told all ...of us that she was ready for last night. It’s not your fault.”I ignored that, feeling like I should have talked to her more about what she wanted and what she was ready for. “Can you please just talk to her about everything?” I asked instead. “I’m worried about her.”She was quiet for a minute, but then sighed. “Okay. I can do that. She’s my best friend, but. Zoraster had told her it would not allow her to scry anywhere that detection was possible. She realized it would never allow viewing of her sister, who wielded such strong Art.Danica thought of her childhood home, and the pool began to swirl again. The image of the kitchen came into being. She wasn't sure why she had thought of it, of all the rooms in the house. She saw her brother standing up from the table and gathering up a pair of flowers. They were tulips, her mother's favorite, and hers. And when I slowed down, he increased his speed of sucking me. We both were in perfect tango. I knew I was reaching a stage of bliss, I can’t hold it any longer. I just held his head tight and pushed his mouth even closer digging my dick deep into his throat. And I came long and hard and with a shriek. I don’t know how long, I kept cum in his mouth.He swallowed it all. His mouth all of a sudden became a high power vacuum cleaner, sucking every drop of the semen from deep down my dick. When he. A story popped up on my phone, a local news story of three people drowning to death in a manure pit. A maintenance worker, trying to fix a septic tank, had plunged in, and two others rushed to help him, and they too were swallowed into the pit of shit.Reading it provided me a guilty bit of schadenfreude. Despite my current woes of ghosts, insomnia, and filthy air, there was really nothing I could imagine worse than drowning, suffocating in a pool of shit. That being how one leaves the Earth..