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"That's how things are, mark my words; she was putting on such airs and graces! She's now so high and mighty, behaving as if she was a goddess, with those invisible servants serving her needs, and the Winds obeying her commands! Whereas my life is hell, to begin with, I have a husband older than our father, and he's balder than an onion!" The other took up the grumbling. "I have to put up with a husband crippled and bent with bad joints so that he can succumb to my charms only once in a blue moon. I spent almost all my day rubbing his limbs, which are twisted and hard as wood." "We're slaving nurses, not royal wives." "Poor you and me together," the older sister sighed mournfully. "Ever sinc

Yay for them. And even if Chance wasn't married and Ryan was working for him, why would Chance want anything more to do with me? We weren't exactly dating back at high school either. More like a fuckbuddy relationship that had existed between us. And what's more,his timeline was a cutting reminder that he was oh-so younger than me by three years. Now, I don't know about anyone else but age mattered a lot to me in relationships. I hated being the elder. It made things just so uncomfortable for me as a younger partner was frowned upon by society, and in gay relationships, the elder was condemned and branded a devil. Not that I cared a hoot what anybody else thought but I liked my partners safe

They seemed fascinated by the whole process. Before long we were all fishing together. I had given Mei my pole and was standing with her in the river, showing her how to cast. Emily was doing the same with Hannah about 30 yards upstream. The women were incredibly friendly. I got the sense that they'd run out of things to talk about with each other and were happy to have other people to talk to. As I had suspected from the moment we approached, they were a lesbian couple; they'd been together for several years and were planning to get married in the Fall. Mei was 29 and Hannah 28, just a few years younger than Emily and me.

Selena cleared her throat when Leander wanted to reply to the talkative girl back. "Look here young girl, we are about to eat and I know that where you come from they talk while eating but here we do not. Have some table manners girl." "Girl? Do you call me a young lady? I'm a 40 year old woman and not an 18 year old but I know that your brain must be too dull to know my age." Leander eyes were wide as saucers. "Enough!" Osiris yelled, stopping Selena from responding. "Young lady this will-"

She’s like a grandma I never had, gentle and loving. “Oh, hello darling. We’ve been waiting for you.” Diana greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before leading me inside, leaving a laughing Hunter outside. “Hi, honey!” “Good morning, little Luna.” The other two women greet me as I enter the living room with Diana. They look to be around late 50s, maybe older, making me wonder how old are they exactly. Hunter explained how werewolves age differently than humans after I questioned him about why his parents look so young. That would mean those women are really, really old. Their knowledge probably exceeds all books from the Alpha’s archives.

Her skin is so radiant. “Werewolf tends to stop ageing at a certain age and that is why it's actually hard to know who is older.” Lady Eliona said and I must admit that the words she spoke show she is older compared to what everyone can see. Casting her appearance aside, she is older than me.

She’s too important to me to screw it up by moving too far, too fast. She was younger than me by several years. Like more than 100. Lycans look younger than they are because they live longer lives than wolves, and our genetics are pretty awesome that way. My aging process slowed to barely a crawl when I turned 24. This meant though, that she didn’t have as much experience as I did, and I want to respect that. For her. Inside though, I wanted her with a fierceness that I can’t explain. There was just something….different about her.

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”

Ambrosia laughed and waved her hand. "No need to be embarrassed, I am much older than anyone thinks. I am nearly eight hundred years old which is still fairly young for me." Ambrosia replied, stunning everyone. "That is young? You don't look older than twenty five at most!" Stefanie stated. "Vampires are eternal unless we get mates, we die after they do. Wolves live to be my age, maybe a little longer, same as dark witches." Ambrosia replied. Well she has a point, I guess we didn't expect her to have such a big leap on us. "You are older than the grand elder then, we have read that they usually range between two hundred to three hundred years old." Alley replied. As we made small talk I watc