After she sucked every drop of his cum out of his cock, Allison eased her mouth off Aaron’s deflating manhood and laid down beside him.“When I saw... you at the bar, I couldn’t believe how much you looked like my daughter. I knew when I saw you enter the wet t-shirt contest that you were going to win. You out-classed the other girls by a mile,” Aaron said.“Thank you. To tell the truth, I was nervous as hell. Eric didn’t tell me anything about the contest until we got to the bar,” Allison. Apollos hooves clatter up the purpose made ramp onto the wooden platform.Some rebels still find it hard to believe that their adversary could be anything other than an arrogant upstart. Alexander removes his battle helmet with its distinctive long red plume of feathers.One of the rebels whispers to another.? Shit he’s no older than my bloody boy. Judging by the bum fluff on his chin, he’s not even old enough to shave properly.?? I bet he pisses the bed at night.? Another one murmurs.?. Sofar she hadn't minded them. Sure sleeping was strange and a bitlimiting at first but she had gotten used to it. Now tumbling aroundthey were more noticeable.She had a sports bra of course but it often felt kinda off. She vowedto ask her mother to shop for a better one. Then she nearly face-palmedherself. She could, after all, adjust her own clothes. It took her afew tries and tests but it got way better. Not perfect. But Mercy wassure that goal was unreachable.Changing back was still a small. They were average. Right in the peak of the bell ... about an IQ of 100 ... easily falling in the 68th percentile that was considered to be “average.” Not quite half of the intelligence of our favorite four year old. She was just a couple points above Surprise ... but noticeable. When they’re that smart a point or two is like the difference between an 8.9 earthquake and a 9.0.They were too old to consider playing with her ... and that suited her just fine.Gloria did object to eating with Murray.