Almost completely obliterating it.With a gasp of surprise, I just stared at the destroyed mirror before muttering, "Interesting."That was a bit of an ...understatement, but I couldn't resist trying it again, this time aiming at the ground in front of me. Again there was a flash of darkness... and I noticed, a burning pain in my hand, though one that was quickly fading. But there was also a charred hole in the ground, the only change in the flat grayness for as far as the eye could see.However,. Regardless, I reached out to knock, and that is when I heard an unmistakable sound of grunting coming from inside his room. Ah, of course. There's also my favourite - and dreaded by most mothers - catching your kid masturbating.I debated where or not I should look inside. Normally I wouldn't, but I felt a little unsettled by his continued grunting. "Those aren't the sounds someone makes when they masturbate, are they?" I wondered, but I only had my moans to compare it to, and not many of those. But the itch was moving again."No! Lower!" she cried."Lower?" he asked, his hands rounding the curve of her ass and heading downward."Lower!" she cried."Your legs?" he asked."No!" she cried. The itch wasn't headed down her legs. It was tunneling between them to... "Here?" he asked, a single finger scratching the patch of skin between her asshole and her pussy."Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted. She pushed back up on her hands."Deeper!" she cried as the itch penetrated her dripping sex. "Deeper! It's. "Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with these children--" Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his paper again."Children," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of pancakes. He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged him again, not caressing this time, but warning him about something.Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will.