Chapter 125

With two days left of my vacation the four of us were to head back to my home. The details of the arrangements Daria said she would take care of such. The flight, pickup, and housing requirements are needed for the four or more possible residents. Catherine aligned herself with my company and the field of work I supply. Samantha made contacts with a demon male in the area to set up meetings for future business and closer relations between the now two families.

Samantha left early for family business promising she would meet us at the airport for departure as I took the two remaining days learning some of the advantages of technology. The transformation of clothing was incredible. Changing from outfit to outfit in seconds was a women's dream. The changing system that altered the whole body was a little tricky but after hours of screw ups I started to get the hang of it after Elder Nancy showed me how to work the system. Night had fallen, the view from the volcano showed an orange glow as the sun set with the clouds hovering above the forest. I rested on the balcony of Daria's room sitting on a comforter with Daria in my arms. I tried to take a moment to settle down after our return from the Demon City to take time with my three Ladies. Each night I sat with Samantha and Catherine out on the patio to gather each of their thoughts, expectations, and what our future has in store.

Tonight, it was Daria. Her hair straightened parted down the middle covering half her face. A short skirt displaying her legs as she crossed them. Her smell of perfume filled the air leaning on me with her head on my shoulder. We admired the view as the sun set at the volcano. We talked about the same as I spoke with the others.

Daria placed her hand high on my thigh. I accidentally laughed; she stopped her hand from moving.

"Is there something funny Tagem?" She asked as she crouched her eyes in a slightly upset look on her face. "No, No I was just thinking that it should be my hands moving up your leg and how you beat me to the thought and action." as a sly smile appeared on my face.

I had never told the girls that the tattoos that had formed on me linked me to their feelings. For I always know when they feel sad, happy, excited, or scared. A different attitude affects the tattoo in the spot that relates to them. Where the symbol starts at the wrist to my elbow, the feeling refers to Catherine for I could only guess since she was the first during the process to take me. Then, Samantha, I could feel her from the elbow down. If I looked very carefully, I could see each of the designs matched exactly to the markings shown on each of them. Their markings are in a different location and smaller form. Catherine had the marking on her ankle as Samantha's mark on the back of her neck just below the hairline.

Daria's hand continued as we talked about what the future holds. She unzipped my fly, unbuttoned my jean pants placing her hand into my pants pulling me out through the opening. She moved her head to my chest, not allowing me to see what she was doing. Her fingertips moved along the hair surrounding my private parts. Cupping my balls in her hand, playing some game that she only knew how to play.