The kitchen held its new adjustments — fresh installations of a cupboard, a long counter, and a new tablecloth on the dining table set at the center.
Faro sat at the dinner table, calm and relaxed. Jessica stood at the counter, her hands gripping a knife as she chopped carrots. Daniel stood close beside her, his right hand cleaning potatoes in a bowl while his left fingers thrust into her pussy at a slow, steady Pace.
"Mom, I want to help out too," Faro said with a bright smile.
Jessica smiled apologetically. "Sorry, sweetheart. Your brother Daniel is already helping Mommy out."
Faro pouted at her.
"Brother Daniel, is it true that to become a shaman, you have to be very very… lucky?"
Daniel turned his face toward him and met his gaze. "Not exactly. You don't need luck, little champ. You need strength, determination, and most importantly you need good sleep, understand?"
Faro gave an eager nod. "I understand brother Daniel."
