A bit more sexy than I would have expected, but not overly so. At first I didn't really think much about it, but that would soon change.I was wearing ...a Polo shirt and a fairly baggy pair of khaki shorts. It had been very warm recently, unseasonably so and the weather this evening would be very pleasant."What do you want, honey?" I asked."What are you wearing under your shorts?" she asked.Suspiciously I answered that I was wearing briefs, as usual."Take them off" she replied."What?" I asked. Mom never got over it. And Mary, she did all the things a more social person probably would. Drinking, sleeping around — way too young — and probably trying a lot of drugs. And I ... became a cold, distant, critical asshole.”This was unexpected. Damien didn’t know what to say to people most of the time, let alone during an emotionally heavy conversation; unless it were matters of the Lord and the Lancea et Sanctum. But then, maybe the boy didn’t want a conversation, he just wanted someone to. Then when they’re magnified, you can see that some of them are see-through and some of them have colors and all of them are weird shapes and they flutter and twist and spin and flip in the most amazing way.On the related videos list was a time-lapse video of coral growing. Coral is pretty too. On the related videos list for that was a slowed-down video of bullets punching through a piece of timber. That was kind of cool to watch with each bullet changing shape and all the bits of wood flying. Before she could say a word, Charlotte pulled Violet close and kissed her. It was a kiss that spoke of many things, things that may never be said aloud. When Violet kissed back it wasn't just a kiss, it was an answer to an unasked question. The kiss was broken as Violet screamed her climax, and indeed squirting her hot nectar for Michael. Charlotte, spurred on by Violets cry of ecstasy, began to roll her hips feeling her son's hot, rock hard staff plunder her. Charlotte raised herself on her.