For  Caroline she is falling under the heritage of seductive powers that Louie inherited from his father.    Her bottom lip quivers as his hands came up to her breasts.  Squeezing,   then one slipping downward.   As he leaned in close and began to suckle on one of her engorged nipples.   While the other hand that slid downward would tease over her vulva.   Fingers plying along her labia.   While the thumb rubbed sensually over her clitoral hood.   It would bring dampness to her.   Her heat stirring, blood pumping through her.   Like  thundering onrush of molten lava.   The surrounding world  non existent.  A mere blur all around her.<br/><br/>Much like his father,  the young warlock her son  Louie would pull away.   Step back away from her.   In teasing tone,  dare her to come forward.  To tame the demon.<br/><br/>Heedless of the others around.   The fact that at any moment.   Someone would notice and see them.   Is not in the thoughts of hers.    As she steps forward.   Lunging actually,  for she needed him now.  She needed to tame the demon.    Moving forward,  going to her son.   Caroline would drop to squat kneeling on her heels.   As her hands went to his pants.   Eagerly she begin to work at undoing the pants.