Her irises were sapphire like Aunt Lucilla’s, and her sclera bore the same hue, but the orb of her eye was separated from the backdrop by a ring of white. “Eh-em.” Joy cleared her throat, then stood up straight, “To my Mommy and Daddy, the orgasm bestest two people in the whole wide world.” Joy paused to grin coyly at me, shrugging her shoulders with childlike insecurity. Then, she began, “There once was a little girl, who found a ruby and a pearl, she put them in her little box, and turned the key on her little lock.” Joy grinned up at me, the slightest glint of avarice in her sapphire eye, “She really liked shiny stuff, a little diamond in the rough, but they didn’t give her the kind of glee, that she got from her family.” Joy smiled again, this time with an party expression full of love, “We are all in this together, love entwined, bound and tethered, nothing will pull us apart, because nothing’s stronger than the heart!” Joy finished with a little bounce of her toes, then bowed grandly, her platinum hair flopping over her face. I stared at her, stunned and confused, then began to clap. Joy flipped her head upright, and showed a red face twisted in hatred, white eyes burning from white sclera, rimmed with black. “You killed her.” Hatred whispered to me, her voice low and wavering, “You killed her, you killed her, you killed her, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER!” I stumbled backward, and she advanced, her steps purposeful and threatening, her stride impossibly fast. “YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER!” And Hatred collapsed, turning into a wretched being of jagged glass, then one of steel, then of silver, and finally, she rose as the golden figure of Greed. She stopped for a moment, looking around confusedly, not seeing me at all. She touched a hand to her face, and I noticed there were black fingerprints on her cheek. It looked like Corruption had laid a gentle hand on Greed’s face, but by the unrecognizing expression in Greed’s eyes, it appeared that Greed didn’t retain any of the memories Hatred seemed to have for her sister. “Who did Corruption kill?” I asked, Hardcore knowing Greed couldn’t answer me. It was just a memory, after all, an abstraction like the paintings in Wrath and Hatred’s centers. This was another of Guilt’s realms, and this memory was the only thing Blowjobs in it. Greed turned to Sorrow before my eyes, her blue face slack in unrecognizing confusion. I guess it was that expression that haunted Guilt, that look of unknowing. Maybe it was better for her if her sister hated her, than if she didn’t remember her. “Did you kill Joy, Corruption?” I asked the void as Sorrow receded into the darkness, “Or did you kill your mother?” “ Did you, Diamond? ” an unwanted emotion teased in my mind. I sighed, and looked up. There was only one way out of here, and it meant making me feel like a total piece of amateur shit. But, there was no way around it. I took a deep breath, and let the guilt wash over me. When I was well-past suicidal, I found myself standing on Corruption’s footprints at the entrance to the spire. I stepped back into Corruption’s realm, and considered the landscape. Moving up her body I kiss her lips. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled Blowjobs with every amateur sexy step she took towards her bedroom. He did not much care for those looks, so he tried his best to ignore them. Evocation spirits rushed in front of him. "Joe please don't stop!" John looked at me in orgasm the eyes and said "Mike, we've been friends for what, ten years?" She looked up party at me Hardcore with her sultry eyes through her glasses and I just couldn’t take it and shot my load. we heard girls running and stumbling coming down the stairs. They were so sensitive. Tingles raced through me from her fingers. WARNING! Then suddenly, I knew how I could reward my brother-in-law for the A he had brought home. His wife was shorter, a petite, Japanese woman with sleek, black hair. John pushed his finger in another inch...