The movement made me grunt as my ball sack was pulled and my plums felt as if I could lose them in my own arse hole. Concentrating on my own pain, I m...ssed what the women were talking about and only heard the wife say, "Go for It"The mother in law walked over and she squatted over my face I could smell the excitement from her pussy making my cock stir, the lips were red and swollen and parted, her long fingers like my wife's with red nails rubbing her clit and along her slit, suddenly a stream. I talked to her at some length about my job as livestock, a god, traveling, investigating realms with my new found powers. I told her about Mother Nature and my goals. I also told her about my sister nymphs and she seemed quite attuned to that. She wanted to know about my role as livestock and I explained how I was available for having sex allowing any requests all the time because it was my job. This she was very interested in as she focused on my penis intently. “This I’m quite interested. My panties were soaked. Oh my gosh. I so hoped he wouldn't or couldn’t notice the all-too familiar odor of a woman in heat.“So what type of music do you like?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation a bit.“All types,” He replied. “How about some blues?”Before I could answer, he picked up the remote and started pushing selection buttons. A light rhythmic thumping gave way to some Kenny G on the sax. This guy was smooth. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, shirtless and. While his daughters played, I picked his brain and experiences related to the doctors. I found out that Nimule had grown from a thousand to five thousand refugees in a matter of weeks at the height of the fighting in South Sudan. The lull in fighting had encouraged some to go home and the camp was now down to three thousand.Those three thousand were the weakest, unable to travel from starvation or sickness or they realized that the war was far from over and there was nothing to go back to.I.