“I’m being honest with you,” the young man said, his shaking voice barely a whisper, his body visibly trembling, “please, let me go.” “I’m sorry, boy,” I said, tightening my finger on the trigger, and tilting the crossbow upward so that the sights zeroed-in on his stomach, “but I don’t believe you.” “Mom!” Justina’s voice screamed from behind, “Stop!” JUSTINA It appeared to me as a glint of blue light. It glared against the wall, and I studied it, trying to figure out what prism in my room could create such a projection of the sun. Then I realized the glint was shining counter to the sunlight, and I became even more intrigued. “What are you?” I asked the glint, stepping in front of the sun coming from my window, and noting that my shadow did not cast upon the sex light, “An astral being?” The glint vibrated against the wall, as if in answer to my question. Neither an affirmative, nor a negative, but still a response. I reached out and touched the spot, and felt indian nothing. An astral being isn’t nothing; they have some substance to them. So, not an astral being. I looked at the extensive library Mother had collected over the years, pondering which tome had the answers to this intriguing mystery. Mother was a doctor at heart, but me, I was a scientist. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger against the tip of my left horn in a ponderous motion, running my eyes over the spines of each expansive volume. “Jimmy, what you just said, that’s exactly the way I feel about you. “No. Daddy's the only man for me.” Mommy reached down sex to the sides of the table and pulled the stirrups out, placing my bare foot in each one and then spreading my legs wide. It feels good indian but of course different from your pussy. A few times I got him a guest pass at my gym when I could. I hate you all!” They were staring at my tits with lust, attracted to them thanks to the edits Daddy gave me. He had transformed me, given me such delights. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. It was such a delicious treat to see. My entire body convulsed.