“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 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. “Huh, I’m surprised you didn’t catch that.” Mom chuckled, “I noticed that New you were using the Mantis Technique in our duel yesterday.” Mom brandished another knife, “I haven’t seen that fighting style for centuries. Since I’ll be fighting in the championship, I’ll need every technique at my disposal in case things go awry.” Mom kicked away a table, and planted her feet, “I was hoping you’d teach me what Passion has taught you.” “Uh…” Angela droned stupidly, indian “maybe later.” “We were kind of in the middle of something.” I glowered at Mom. “Oh, don’t let me stop you; you never have before.” Mom grinned, “I can wait. I’ll just sit over here and watch, since you’re monogamous now.” Mom sat down, her eyes taunting me as she spread her legs, and began caressing herself, “Go on, Diamond,” she purred, “show me how you fuck my daughter.” Angela let out a stuttering breath against flash my neck, and began moving stiffly against me, clearly not enjoying her audience. She awkwardly tried to push down her pants, swore when she snagged her shirt on Mom’s imbedded blade, then reached back, and struggled to pull the knife out. “Try your left hand, Angela.” Mom called, “That’s Diamond’s dominant hand.” Angela stopped abruptly, and the two of us turned to see Mom’s face split wide with a shit-eating grin. “I’d prefer it bus if you didn’t think I was stupid, Justina.” Mom giggled at my slackened jaw, “You got your brains from somewhere, and it sure as shit wasn’t your dad.” ANGELA We were in Tera’s safehouse, where a conspicuous hole in the roof let in the dusk light. Justina and I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, and I made sure I was about three steps below Tera the entire way up. Justina was a beautiful girl, but Tera was a beautiful woman. Her bronze curves jiggled with every step she took, seeming to defy desi gravity, and the toned body they perched from rippled with lean strength, and flowed with flexibility. It took a real amateur considerable amount of willpower not to purposefully trip on a step, and faceplant into the very-comfortable-looking crack of Tera’s perfect ass. God, I hate having a penis. Tera unlocked her bedroom door, and opened it to reveal what looked like the office of an insane private investigator. Newspaper clippings were cut out and taped to the walls, books were scattered with pages ripped out, piles of cigarette butts and bottles festooned the floor, and sex toys of all variety sat on tables and shelves. At the center of it all, was a bulletin board with three columns: Wrath, Sorrow, and Corruption. He looked at the dildoes and butt plugs and indian thought, ‘I can knock some of them out at a quarter that price.’ He promptly bought half a dozen flash real amateur as patterns to the young lady assistant’s amusement. The naughty New desi woman sucked my nipple into her mouth. It wasn’t so bad with his bus mates because they’d seen my tits and pussy numerous times in the pub but it was the men that I’d never seen before that embarrassed me. He reached between my legs as I stroked him, and forced a gasp from my parted lips as his fingers caressed my inner thigh. Did she want him to? The Turkish girl ran a tongue across her lips, her dark eyes smoldering. "I'm glad my mistress is pleased." "Please-Jeff-Pleeese. All I could do was look away and cough nervously. As he moved ever lower, she shifted her hips, spreading her smooth, full thighs wider apart.