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  • She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve to die…" Lilith nodded sadly. "She didn't. And doesn't." James looked up at his mistress. "What…?" "Claire isn't dead, James," responded the demoness. "You did drain her completely, but a husk isn't a corpse." The look in James' eyes told Lilith that he didn't understand, so she continued. "A husk is created when a human is sapped of all sexual energy. As husks, they ravenously seek out sexual energy for their master – literally living for sex. But they are alive." "Then… is there hope for Claire?" James asked, "Can she return to how she was?" "I don't know," answered Lilith. "I've never attempted to restore a husk before… they don't usually live long anyway." James' look of concern prompted Lilith to elaborate. "Husks are tied to the granny lifeforce of the one who created them. When their master dies… so do they. In the past, several of my agents have made husks, but they died shortly after. It may very well be possible to return Claire to her original state. If anyone can do that James, it's you." She offered him a homemade comforting smile before standing. "You need to go now though." James climbed to his feet. "What? Why?" he asked. “ Mrs Brown, you live here. At 25 years old, I couldn't remember the first time. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain for everyone around to see. She gasped. I’d never thought of my sister as pretty before. “We gotta start the next one!” Alex flipped through their small stack of disks before turning around. When I was naked, my dick waggling around in front of me, tumescence revived, I went to my aunt and kissed her, again. He seemed a little embarrassed homemade as he tried to hide it as he walked over. “I need this.” Ooooo she said as she slowly awakened from a deep content granny sleep. When I entered through the side gate, they were already sitting outside. The blouse was unbuttoned to the middle of her chest showing a little cleavage. Zander’s cum leaked from yawning rim and ran down my splayed thighs, some of it dribbling along my slit. Whoever it was wasn’t going to go away. I had wiggled against it a few times already, but now set to work on moving over it intently, back and forth, continuously. “You want that too, Potter?” Michael asked, turning to Harry. “Yeah? One early summer night I was walking home from a friend’s house, taking a shortcut across a field between two streets. His moans were stifled by Matt's cock now filling his mouth. Anglerod translated, "This one's really upset that we've seen the ceremony. Oh yeah! The dwarfs got behind the humans, teasing them as they did it. As we got louder Steve came to check on us. Oh yea the trail is not that far from here, so we can have the hotel take us and pick us up.