He ran his hand through her illusion, pausing to stroke her powerful, well muscled thigh, and grinned down at her. "Excuses excuses. And I have NEVER been vanting, and don't even own a galli. If you really wanted, you could have at least let me know you were leaving. But that is water under the bridge, and I can think of better things to spend our time on."<br/><br/>His mother had left the room finally, and he shifted his hands, wrapping his arms around his two familiars, his hands under their fair breasts, gently squeezing the hefty orbs through their clothing, his erection rubbing against Ama's belly, clothing already gone.