." She drew both hands up, a weird blue light shining between her palms, expanding out in a cone that caused the next wave of men to sink to their kne...es, each one grieving, most in tears. "But what this room is mostly filled with now, thanks to you my sweet Myrnotaur, is pure unbridled lust!" Now she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, hands moving to cup both of her enormous breasts, a deep violet energy welling up from deep inside her, exploding outwards to fill the room. None escaped. ”“I’m right in the middle of this seam. Whats he want?”“He wants you.”“Is it JimBob ... or a deputy?”The sheriff said, “Cora ... it’s JimBob. May I come in?”The sheriff was well acquainted with my wife. Usually it was her calling him. Sometimes it was rustlers but once in a while it was for some damn would be rapist or child molester ... or maybe it was a combination. She answered the door to strangers with her S&W Model 66 in stainless and loaded with .357 magnum shells I had reloaded with. She was trying to change me (not in a bad way orbecause of anything feminine, but because I think it was her way ofmolding me or reeling me in).Unfortunately I'm more of a rebel than I am conformer, so that wasn'tgoing to fly. Really it had nothing to do with her, but once she wasgone the desires to dress were back and stronger than ever. Really eventhough I didn't miss dressing (that much) when I was with her and felthappy, but I don't think the desires ever really left.Actually I know they. During my college days, I only visited my home once a year. And all that delightful incestuous action drama became just a memory. I never got time to visit my hometown. It was a new me now.My mom, too, never talked about it. I even doubt if she remembers the foursome. But I can never erase the memory, i.e., horny bitch mode of my mom. It really revealed how horny or lustful a woman can be, despite leading a normal life.At the end of my course term, I got placed in an MNC. I returned home for a.