Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. xx video They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Then, Joy found her voice. We were called Elementals. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. New ideas to wear, and new delights with which to act. “Mother, no!” She cried, and the
