"Raven giggled, "I thought you were a virgin."Lilly being very forward said, "I am, doesn't mean I want to be for the rest of my life. I didn't mean a... penis anyway. I want a steak."Christina said disgustedly, "Yuck, red meat, how do you keep your figure?" Easy, I workout four hours a day. I run five miles and workout an hour in the morning. Then I have an hour of ballet and two hours of martial arts classes in the evening."Raven poked fun, "Christina's idea of working out is a box of Haagen Das. She brushed against my hardened cock, which was already straining forcibly against my trousers fabric.Quickly she unzipped it and slid her hand inside. She surely felt my hot, throbbing dick was already wet at the tip.Then she used her fingertips to massage the slickness down the length of my cock…Leaning up, I whispered against her neck, "What are you doing?"In response, she simply ground her hips slowly and seductively against my shaft, moving her hand for better access. "I will do whatever. For Faris, years of private doubt, resentment and desire flowed out of him. He savoured the warmth of his daughter’s cunt, her head lolling back and forth like a broken puppet, her best friend, this crazy girl exploring his mouth with an obscene, almost unhinged frenzy.Suddenly he jerked out and shot cum over Anaisha. He pushed back on his knees, looking down in wonder at his white seed splattered over his daughter, her legs splayed, her cunt wet and open before him.Michelle began tracing her. Lots of old literature or ideas about the power of life were utterly oblivious to things like bacteria and viruses. Stupid old people trying to explain their world as best they could.“Perhaps,” Black Blood said, “but misguided as this witch’s beliefs may be, they still function.”“Power of belief?” Triss asked.Black Blood didn’t answer. Maybe he didn’t like the idea of talking about belief, like maybe it was relevant to him. There was an old idea in the Circle of the Crone that gods did actually.