”Betsy looked down at the floor studying the carpet for a moment while trying to figure out how to let her professor know that troubles were coming....��You know that I serve the Two-Sided One, right?”“Yes.”“If I send you a message that ‘the horsemen are on the move,’ I need you to gather your family and friends and hunker down somewhere safe,” Betsy said.“Horsemen? You mean like the four horsemen of the apocalypse?” he asked thinking she was joking.“Exactly,” Betsy said.“You aren’t serious,”. We’d have to choose a woman. What about my mom?” He asked, brightening.Bill’s mom was a widow living in Barcelona now, but Bill was certain he could get her to agree to join the house. Bill began to recall memories of growing up with his mom. She was a great choice, he decided. She’d never bothered him about anything, not even making him go to school if he didn’t want to. She didn’t mind that he brought girlfriends home and she never made him clean his room.“You know I don’t get on with your. As for Jasmine and myself...In fact, we go back years. I can think of one of the first times I saw her. We actually grew up together. (But that's beside the point.)However, one year ago… I was seventeen years old at the time. She was sixteen. She remembered me. I remembered her. Jasmine had grown hips and a nice bubble butt. While I had bloomed into a taller man with a beard. To her, I was still that shy nerdy boy. To me, she was still the early bloomer. But that’s ok.A series of serendipitous. He teased his fingers and stuck them in her mouth forcing her to lick up her own cum. His cock was rock hard and ready to pound that tight pussy but first he had to pay attention to her perfect round ass. He flipped her onto her stomach and started working on her asshole using her wetness as lube. She was fucking gagging for it and her asshole was wide open for him. It wasn’t long before she was ready to take his huge hard cock. She got on her knees and stuck her ass in the air arching her back.