Aria Aspen

I gave him ample time to call me back into the room, but he never did, and god, did only make me need him interracial more. JUSTINA Now that my work organizing King Yandon’s doctors was completed, I’d finally stolen some time to work on helping Diamond with her upcoming Sentient meeting. Angela and I sat on the bed of Hardcore my new bedroom, a secluded branch of Brandon’s Great Maple. The cavernous room had curved walls of ebony wood, lit by green bioluminescence. “Do you think Brandon would like my hair like this?” Angela pulled Diamond’s curly hair behind her pointed ears, “Or like Brunette this?” Angela pulled her hair into pigtails. “I think Brandon would prefer that his sister wasn’t stuck in the Heat Bringer’s daughter.” I sighed, “Now get back to work. What does Ancient Spirits of the Astral Plane say about Sorrow?” “That she’s sad.” Angela replied curtly, “I think Brandon would like my hair like this,” she put her hair in pigtails, “so he has something to grab onto.” I sometimes forgot that Angela had physically died at the age of ten, and though she had matured spiritually, getting a body of her own must’ve been an incredible shock to her system. She had gone from a child, to a hormone-fueled teenager without any growth in between, and she had no hope of controlling the new urges. “Look at this.” I said, turning my book around so that she could see it, “There are five documented cases of mass suicides, each exactly a millennium apart. Our records goes back ten-thousand years prior to the first recorded case, but there are no recorded mass-suicides of this magnitude before then. That would mean that Sorrow isn’t nearly as old as we think she is!” “But if she returns cyclically, then who is her Life Giver?” Angela asked, “Five-thousand years ago puts her eight-hundred years before Ray Dawnbark, but more than two-thousand years after Rayson. That doesn’t make any sense.” “No…” I conceded, biting my lip in contemplation, “but if she does return cyclically, then we can take her one-thousand-year partition, and extrapolate it back until it lines up with a Life Giver. The Creators don’t appear on a perfect cycle, so it should be really easy to find out which Life Giver made Sorrow. Obviously not Trenok, not Dawnbark, not Rayson, not Barchotti, not Ofan… shit, we’re out of Life Givers.” “So, she is really old.” Angela sighed, “She just did her mass-suicides where history didn’t record it. Once again, we are limited by our books.” “Sorry, Diamond.” I muttered. “Well, should we tell her what we found?” Angela asked, unbuttoning her fly. “We didn’t find jack shit.” I grumbled, feeling incredibly useless. I had spoken a grand total of two-hundred words to Diamond, but the things we had said with just our blowjob eyes could’ve filled a library. I didn’t know if it was love, but the idea of what it could be was driving me insane, and the idea that it might be lost was torturing me. I ground my teeth in frustration, and felt a single tear form at the corner of my eye. “Hey,” Angela said consolingly, putting an arm around my shoulders, “just remember that whenever you’re feeling bad, you can always suck my dick.” “You’re such a good friend.” I laughed, brushing the tear away before it fell. Angela chuckled with me as she began to pull down her pants. I stopped her. My head shot up my, my eyes narrowed, and I sniffed the air. “Ah, shit.” I hissed. And they laughed. “What are you guys up to?” I asked focusing on both of these beautiful girls with raised curiosity. She looked at me again, unsure what to say or do, then she let out a little moan as I pushed my cock back inside her. When I asked her, what was wrong, Brunette she informed me someone had entered our room while she was sleeping and raped her.” “Molly’s would be my choice. I laid her down on her back in the bed. That just made blowjob his cock even harder. Every Pink and all of the Brothel Whores were Hardcore working the floor. My wooden dick twitched staring at us. I thrust the interracial first stall open. Kevin smiles, then looks at his daughter in her eyes and says, “Take off your panties.” Fred and Judy were first. I was staggered at the way she thought of this and her innate natural ability to deceive. She squeezed her boobs together, looking down in wonder, as Isabelle began massaging the thick jizz onto her chest, rosy nipples hard and protruding from her breasts, thrust out from her back. You have to see a doctor." He wanted to give Brie everything she wanted right then and there. When Fred got there he had to arrest the three boys. You other bitches will be here to help her so we can have a group lunch to set the rules for our relationship.” “Any of you that does not come will be eliminated from my list of lovers and I will not touch you again. Sound good?” Rachel was unsure, but she gave in. She felt both relieved and uncomfortable at the same time.