" Oh, I'm so glad you realized that what we did yesterday was awful. Tell me how bad I was."Pouting, Ariel said, "Well, Joseph, you were a very bad bo...y indeed." Ironically, her son was smiling again as he braced to be scolded. "You wouldn't even see your poor mother last night. I was so lonely. I had all these urges that needed to be satisfied that I had to see to myself." Opening her robe to reveal her large, firm breasts she went on. "My poor nipples needed to be sucked on, but where were. The result was that she hovered at the brink of orgasm, the thin line between tension and release. Between control and abandon. More muscles in her legs began to quiver, and she fought to keep her breathing under control. She found herself enthralled with the pair of full, red lips hovering near her own, the faint scent of wine on Heather's breath, and the muted candlelight glittering from her eyes. "Are you ready?" asked Heather. Miranda nodded, her eyes pleading. "Just a moment," said. Marie was dressed in a long casual skirt, and a small jacket. She looked stunning and was hugging herself while looking at the pond in the central park. It was morning and sunshine was lazily filtered through the leaves, barely reaching over the tall buildings. The world was colored in a slight warm glow through the red morning haze.To the world it appeared as if she was talking to empty air. On more closer survey one might notice the almost invisible form of a young man in faded and frayed. She would make sure he would never forget it.Bells was only two years younger and looked a lot like her brother, with the same short, dark brown hair except her’s was bound in a braid coiled up at the back of her neck and protected by her helmet and neck guard (long hair got pulled in a fight), the same round olive face, long nose and wide spaced eyes, although her’s were grey-green rather than leaf green.Her armor, like her brother’s, covered all her vital spots, worn as protection rather than.