” On her bedroom door was another sign, “If you see this sign you’ll have to wait your turn.”By supper time she’d welcomed eight new cocks i...to the place where only one high school boy had been a dozen times before she met her husband. The wickedness was exciting and especially when another hard cock was waiting as soon as the one fucking her dumped its load on her womb’s entrance. The thought of all those sperms kept her hot. She’d always loved fucking and her husband never banged her too. That'd make the world a much more interesting place without disturbing it too much. In addition, the Priests of my faith will be able to cast my spells wherever they are in the world. I shouldn't say "Priests" because given my preferences, my priests would be exact opposite of the usual image of crusty, old men. My priestesses' robes would be opposite those of the Catholic Church too.Unlike every other faith, "faith" would not be required for mine. I would prove my existence by materializing. " Rissa, there is no WAY he's not going to notice. I can't believe I didn't notice it until you showed me. I mean ... you've actually got tits!"She slapped his shoulder. "Breasts!" Can I see them?" he asked suddenly."What?" You know ... without the shirt?" Are you insane!" she squealed. "I'm your sister!" So?" I cannot believe you said that," she said, sounding disgusted."Come on, Rissa," he complained. "I'm dying to see some, and you and I both know that's never going to happen." What happened. Peaches kept coughing, she cried a lot, and she kept begging me for her crack. Hell by then even I wanted her crack! When I did finally cum in her mouth the little crack whore spit it out, so I slapped her hard across the face again and told her to keep sucking on it. She cried some more but she also started sucking on my cock again too. It seemed to feel better that time.When Peaches got me hard that second time I just lay back on the bed, told her to get on top of me, and for her to do all of.