Creationism and the Maternal Path were separate; they’d been at odds with each other since the beginning of history. Maybe that was why Corruption made Julia think she was a prophet; maybe corrupted-Julia wanted to reconcile the difference. Diamond had made great discoveries, but they were still voyeur too cryptic, too open to interpretation, and none of them were useful. “No.” I muttered, “It doesn’t change anything. They have a blowjob lot of ideas, but no plan.” I frowned, “But If Willowbud dies, Corruption goes back to her realm. I’ll try to expedite things with them today. We need Diamond out before we can proceed.” “We can still tell Julia.” Sara returned my frown, “If she knows her daughter is in Corruption’s realm, she might be compelled to kill Corruption for Diamond’s safety.” “In case you didn’t notice, Julia’s not exactly stable right now.” I sighed, “We can’t trust her, Sara. We need to keep her in the dark for her own good.” JUSTINA “…OK, as much as I don’t like it, we have to operate under the couple assumption that there is such a thing as a ‘soul.’” I said, placing the word on the bulletin board in Mom’s safehouse, “Tethered Ones, like Angela, have this ‘soul’ which links consciousness to the idea of ‘self.’ Sentients have the cognizance, but not the soul, so they replace all the complex characteristics of a soul with a single theme. Wrath, Sorrow, Greed, Hatred, Corruption, Chaos, and now…” I slapped another name into Corruption’s column, “Guilt? Goddamn, that throws everything off.” “No, it doesn’t.” Angela said, lying nakedly with my amateur mother. “What do you mean?” Mom asked. “It’s simple,” Angela said, “Willowbud changed Corruption to Guilt. That’s why there is a new, but very small realm within the larger one.” “But why is Hatred’s door in Guilt’s realm then?” I asked, “If Corruption changed Hatred before recorded history, why is the bridge between them a year old?” “Because that’s where she moved it, probably.” Mom shrugged, “Do you think it’s cumshot important?” “We don’t know what’s important!” I lamented, “We don’t even know what to do with the information we have!” There was a patterned knock on the door, and Mom let Lucilla into the room. Behind her, Sara gave Mom a cordial nod, then disappeared behind the shutting door. Lucilla seemed paler than usual, which was quite the feat considering her complexion, but whatever haunted her didn’t stop her from giving me a sharp glare. I averted my gaze, then cursed myself for doing so. It wasn’t my fault Diamond ran off to the astral plane, but I was terrible with confrontation. “No couple problem there son; I know just the man, and he’d love to paint 3 naked beauties. Our tits jiggled together as she shuddered. Mother looked so happy being allowed to take her son's cock into her mouth for the cumshot first time, beyong just the tip. She squeaked when I put my arms around her waist and hugged her close. He was well mannered and did great on the ride home. Then hooking her thumbs into the top of her French knickers she pulled them down slowly until she was stood just in her shoes and stockings. “I don’t remember you being the sentimental type.” blowjob Zander chuckled. I told Pat “if we work at it, we'll have it turn key by COB Wednesday, winning all incentives”. I never would have ever thought amateur I would be included into this type of world. She sexually smiles and approaches him. We don’t know everything about the past. He pivoted, his feet sliding on the floor. You are such a great boss, wait until I get my hands on you again tonight," she says. Yes! “Honey, you are radiant.” Yeah, I get you can’t tell people and she can and that feels unfair. "Good girl, let's try this again," Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity's drenched pussy. “Yes.” "Then whatever we've got will be taken away by someone bigger and stronger than us." “I... This wasn’t my first time using a chainsaw, but it always made it nervous. I interrupted with, “You could say that, Gail!” "Well, quit staring and get dressed," she repeated. She glanced at the bed then back to my mother and me. Mrs. Armstrong's cheeks grew voyeur scarlet, a flush spreading down to her neck.