He stopped staring at my gorgeous neighbor's naked flesh and looked down at the tiny thing made up like a pretty girl gagging on his fat cock. His han...s grabbed the sides of my head and began to push me to take an extra inch of his girthy shaft down my narrow throat. "God yes, take my cock, oh Chris thats so fucking good, Yes yes!" My eyes were starting to water from the gagging his cock was doing to me as the head slid down my tight but willing throat, a little deeper with each thrust and. I had weathered the sudden halt to having a lover when Cynthia began her gestation. Now that carnal bliss had returned to my house, I didn’t look forward to the time when it would inevitably stop again. I felt like having a girlfriend would help me transition to a more normal life.I had actually been interested in Phoebe for a while, but had never done anything about it. So I decided to ask her out on a date.When I did that, I thought I did so in a very normal way. We were in the teacher’s. Somehow it worked. I think my shield got put over her like a force bubble that pulled her wherever I went. More bullets ricocheted off my shield as we made it that few feet to be behind some sort of cover.The way the planters were designed, there was a small inset area where they would normally store the rolling watering can they used to water the plants when needed. Today it was gone. That is where I backed up into so the girl was protected on three sides by stone and the front by me. With my. Do the gods truly exist? If so, why would theyimpose such cruelty onto her life? Onto her brother's? These gods werethe very reason for her heartbreak, but they are also the heart of herpeople's culture and traditions, and for that she does not completelyhate them.The culture of Abalon is an ancient one - and it is followed faithfullyby all. Those who ignored the words of the Goddess Akyra, written onthe stone celts at Pyriite Rock, have been subjected to a publicbeheading.In Abalonian.