I left her lips and stooped to kiss her breasts, each nipple in turn, running my tongue around the concentric aureole and teasing her nubs gently with...my teeth. I felt her shudder in my arms then she pressed herself onto me, her breasts into my face and her pussy area against my throbbing bone. “I saw what mum did after you spanked me,” she husked. She began to sink down my front to her knees, her legs splayed apart behind her with her dagger heels pointing at ten-to-two. She seemed to freeze. To believe the mythology of Danae as Artemis is to be reassured by that Goddess’s willingness to come to our aid.But there is an Achilles heel to myth. Look around you and tell me, is there actually a God in your generation?We both know there isn’t. And, more importantly, the best archers of your generation must believe Danae wasn’t a goddess. For, when the Gods allow dark times to visit again, you will need your Danae as much as we needed ours.When my time comes, my dying wish for you will be. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black leggings."Hey Cal!" she proclaimed, "Ready to hit this place up?"As we walked, I texted Blake. He was younger than us, freshly out of High School at 19. Real thin-looking dude, at 5'9 and only 120 lbs. Without his short blonde hair it'd be tough to pick him out of a crowd, he'd hide behind. Not that crap they grew on Mars. Nothing beat a range fed beef cow, but outside of the cities on Mars there wasn’t any range, so no range fed beef. That was the first order of business. Take care of that, and then get a bag to get the case to Bernie’s. Food stands were everywhere. It didn’t take him long to find one that sounded interesting, if not just down right good. ‘Beef and Bell Peppers’ was a small cart that Max could have smelled from the hanger if he was paying attention. He walked up.