Eric washed himself, but the strong taste of semen in his mouth reminded him of what he had just done. 'What is wrong with me?'***********************...**********LATER THAT DAYEric sat in his cubicle, head in his hands, sweat practically dripping from his forehead. He looked at the clock for the thousandth time only to groan in frustration. 'Not even 4 o'clock,' he thought. It felt like he had been there forever. His pants were tight with another inconvenient erection. "Eric, have you finished. He was a skinny young man barely out of his teens, fresh faced almost beyond belief, shorter than everyone else in his unit by a good two inches, not only that but he could not even grow a beard. During the duration of the journey all of his questions to the cold-faced officer that collected him were met with stony silence.When the car finally arrived at its destination Abdul was glad to get out and away from his companion. The camp they had arrived at was buried deep underground and sparsely. Hernewfound knowledge would simply help them in their ongoing fightagainst the Foul One.Elektra's sole interest in the new Bruce Wayne he'd become was nowapparently as her lover and husband. She fit into those two rolesjust perfectly. His place - Bruce's place - in this world wasabsolutely secure now. Even this reality's Justice League - an oddmix of heroes reminiscent of his own Judgment League Avengers - hadaccepted him into their ranks without question. Elektra's placebeside him was equally. A futa-slut!” “I am, Mom!”“I bet you want your mother to suck your girl-cock!”“I do!” I howled, my back arching, the ecstasy boiling through my mind.“I bet you want to fuck your mother! To fuck the pussy that gave you birth! Don't you!”“So badly, Mom!” I groaned.“Yes, yes, yes!” Keily gasped, shuddering, frigging herself so hard.“I bet you want to fuck your sister and make your mother lick your cum out of her barely legal pussy!”“Yes!” I moaned with Keily. She had her legs spread wide, her.