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“Do you think Brandon would like my hair like this?” Angela pulled Diamond’s curly hair behind her pointed ears, “Or like 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 blonde 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 masturbation useless. I had spoken a grand total of two-hundred words to Diamond, but the things we had said with just our eyes could’ve filled Big Boobs 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 mature 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. I grabbed the books, stuffed them in my sack, and quickly tossed them beneath bed as Mom strutted into the room. “Hello, lovebirds.” Mom grinned at me, then at Angela. “Hi Tera.” Angela giggled, affecting Diamond’s voice and mannerisms. Mom studied the hermaphroditic elf-nymph with obvious interest, like a wolf studies a rabbit. “So, you’re the one who stole my daughter’s heart.” Mom said softly as she approached the bed. “Leave us alone, Mom. ” I growled, pushing Angela back. “Why are you being so protective?” Mom smiled at me, “There’s no reason to be afraid. We’re family, Justina, and if Diamond means as much to you as you say she does, then she’s family as well.” Mom ran Solo her hands down her thighs, “Besides, Diamond is more than capable of defending herself, aren’t you, Diamond?” and with that, Mom whipped out a knife, and threw it across the room. The blade thudded an inch from Angela’s face, and wobbled in the bark. Her tits though Big Boobs were beautiful as they forced the halter to stretch to hold them. The storm’s pretty bad.” I could still find no evidence of their existence. There was no light in the room except the candles leading to the bed where Laura lay scantily clad in. Yet I needed to blonde keep track of the eunuchs as I waited for the opportunity to mature act. Ben looked up at the reflection of the girl. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs weren't too long. masturbation I briefly wondered what had happened to make Jenna so distrusting and aloof. In either case he added some notes here and there of where they can add the additional information they found. Will took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and began to roll Solo her nipples between them. Julie said with a smile that got even wider with Michelle's response.