Serina's eyes followed her lover's contours. The sensual lines she hadexplored in the many hours before."I think I love you," slipped Serina's mouth. ...But once said she knew itwas true."Do you?" Flare asked.She turned back to Serina and she saw tears streaming down Flare's face."Do you really? I heard hundreds of women utter those words. It was neverreal. All they wanted was this."She pointed angrily at the penis between her legs."You mean your pheromones? That you are a Succubus? I admit I have. If it pleases my Master, may I speak to her for a moment, Sir?"I just handed the phone to Mouse, "Miss Holly wants to speak to you, slave."She took the phone and said, "Hello Miss Holly! I am so glad to hear from you! I've been ... yes, I have ... Yes Miss Holly, but ... Yes, I will Miss Holly ... I promise."She handed the phone back to me, and moved down to start licking the parts of my cock that became visible each time her mother was on an up stroke. A very interesting sight and sensation, I. Want to come down?”“Sounds good,” Trish said, and we walked towards the light. As we walked along the laneway, she took my right hand in her left hand, pulling me closer, and it was hard to believe I was walking along in a dark alley, with Trish Collett holding my hand.We reached the end of the laneway, and walked out into the streetlights. For a Saturday night, there was hardly anyone around, and we walked across the street to look out over the water, and across at the city lights. It was late. Have you ever sen the football players during a game? If you look,you'll see them wearing tights." Way cool!"[*][*][*]After dinner, Momma and I went to Molly's old bedroom and went throughher wardrobe to pick out the clothes that she wanted sent to her. Itwasn't many, just a few dresses still in the original boxes that shecouldn't pack away in her Ford Bronco. I modeled the rest of thewardrobe and let Momma use chalk to denote where adjustments were to bemade. Momma knew how to sew, knit and.