savannah storm

“I'm glad,” I squeezed her in a hug, smiling happily. “Not that I'm not happy to take care of Brucie myself, whenever Daddy isn't already doing me, and I have the time—but it was so hot, watching him doing you, too, and then getting to eat your pussy after he was done!”

“Unnnnh!” I moaned happily. It went in much easier than it had the first time, after several days of near-constant practice, but it was still really a stretch for my poor, tiny, tight little teenage pussy! I tried to maintain eye contact with Mom as it was happening, but I just couldn't help them fluttering closed. I pushed myself back a bit, getting myself to the height I knew Daddy liked best and making my cute little ass really pop for him, then leaned down to rest my head between Mom's big, soft D-cup titties.“Babe?” Mom asked tremulously, her voice weak and thready.

Noah had already made progress in slowing the flow of his mana and his bodily functions, and the headband was helping. His heart dropped to one beat a minute, and he all but stopped breathing. Typically, such a state would be fatal, but the more he slowed down his mana, the more he could forestall damage. Without mana flowing, his cells would stop processing nourishment and oxygen, but they wouldn’t wither and die, for the molecular processes of cell death were also halted. Caught in a near-perfect state of suspended animation, his physical senses operated at the lowest possible level, and he became more attuned to the flow of mana around him, sharpening his spirit senses.