She was no girl anymore. Rob had seen to that. A hopeless sigh that nearly became a sob escaped her as she turned from the window to the silver mirr...or above her dressing table. The mirror had been her mother’s, not that Constance had any recollection of sitting and watching her mother make ready for a party, a dinner. Anna deGranville had died too early for that. The mirror, like many of her mother’s things, had been saved for Constance to be of age. Yet now, as she peered into it and studied. As Simon blinked he could see the weak points on the demon/demoness bodies including the one demon that he needs to knock him into the city, Simon then let a bit of his power out enough to transform both is arms into his demon arms, with the demon blades out. As the demons were getting closer, Simon launched into action taking out the closer one to him, using the demons body as a projectile which was still screaming. As the demon was hurtling towards the group one of them transformed his hand. The world turned and changed, the star that had been the lifeline for every organism aged. It was a long fight, played across the eons with none of the participants able to fully comprehend its sweep and stakes, but it was a futile one. The bacteria’s parent cell had been one of the few things left on Earth which ‘tried’ – to use the anthropomorphic term – to create offspring, to pass something of itself into the future. It had succeeded, accumulating enough resources to cleave itself into two. He gazed at my own body with my slim frame, bare chest save for a few hairs round my nipples and my blonde pubes around my three inch cock that, like his, was starting to grow at the anticipation of what was to come.We stepped into the bath tub and got under the shower head. The warm water splashed our bodies as we both washed our hair with some shower gel. We brushed against each other, warm, wet and smooth. My cock was poking out at a right angle as was Steve’s and occasionally they would.