But archaeologists have found out that two years earlier, in 778 b.c. some kind of wrestling competition was created at Mount Olympus. The cause of th...s wrestling fight was the discussions betweens de gods and the goddesses, which gender was the strongest.And so there is one of the sports : ancient wrestling. Which means wrestling naked in a sort of amphitheatre. Unlikely the next Olympic Games, women were allowed to participate and sexfights were allowed. The fights were handicapped, which. As Dave Miller, the struggles of black Americans had seemed likesomething totally foreign to me.... out of sight, and out of mind.However, as LaShaunda, I was no longer just a mirage, but a living,breathing, truly functional black woman, with her own history andidentity.I cuddled with James for a few minutes, lost in thought. I was stillabsolutely dripping with cum."James," I said, "Can I go wash off," sure, sure," he moaned.I went to the restroom and douched myself until I was totally free. “Pathetic!” Drew looked stunned. “Excuse me?” “I ask you to do one simple thing and you fuck it up!” The Director looked at Drew over his glasses, and there were awkward glances between the other members of the meeting. There was a slight delay and then Lisa withdrew a light blue sheaf of papers from the folder and handed it to the Director. “My apologies Sir. I think you’ll find it’s all there.” The man smiled and nodded. Lisa looked at Drew and he shivered inside. She had a look of triumph. But she was careful not to stimulate me too much. I was fully primed with my balls boiling with potent semen and my cock rock hard.“Do sons and mothers ever fuck ma?” I asked“Not that I know of. They might. Among animals they do. But then what is a mom and what is a son? You have a potent cock and I have a ready cunt. These are made for each other. So where is the son and where is the mother? The only thing is you are trying to get back into the place you came out of. You are flooding the place.