Their name implied they were creating gods, apparently through technology. Why me? What did they hope to gain by this? They sounded more a cult than a...technology company.Maybe that was it. They were just following the delusional commands of their founder. I guess it really didn’t matter. Not when I got to enjoy my desires finally. After lusting after my daughters, I enjoyed their bodies so much.“Oh, Daddy,” groaned Crystal as she rolled off of me, my dick sliding out of her pussy. Her round. Then one night suddenly. I received a kik message from an unknown person. The username was Xxxxxxx (haha please don’t ask me for it). It only said hi. Curious I Replied back-hey who is this? Immediately I got a reply. The The conversation was as follows: (imagine you are on your bed late at night, horny and searching forSomeone to chat with. Put urself in my position and read theFollowing) She- hi this is sadhnaMe- hi this is robin, how did you get my kikShe- from a mutual friend ;-)I started. They laid them out on the rocks to dry and lazed in the water after rinsing the blood off.“Looks like we have company boys,” Romp said and nodded to where the path wound down from the cliff.They all turned to watch the girls as they made their way down to them. All four men were mesmerised. The sway of hips and tits under the thin sarongs to go with the flashes of shapely legs wasn’t missed by any of them. They all avidly watched as the girls fumbled with the knots of the dresses and a gentle. She lived alone and had for a long time. Trace saw her at least twice a week. They spoke on the phone between times. Pam was French and wore the plain high hemmed black dresses I imagined all French waitresses wore. Even passing fifty her legs suited them. The temptation to see what I might see each time she sat was almost irresistible. One time she locked herself out of her place. She rang our place. Trace was out but I drove over to help her. I could remove the louvers from her laundry window.