But, that was long before 2098. By 2098, Lia Caster was “retired”. She still owned all of the businesses that she owned before, but she had worked...up several quadrillion dollars after whacking down all other businesses in the fields she worked in. Medical instruments, food manufacturers, supplies…the only thing that she didn’t own was, of course, more public works, like hospitals, schools, and things like that. If someone wanted to buy something, though, chances were it would have the Caster. It is late July in England, and last night was a particularly hot and humid one. We needed neither clothing nor bed sheets. I have woken with my daughter's head still by my groin, where she fell asleep after sucking and licking the mixture of her juices and my cum, from around my cock and balls. I ease down the bed a little, wondering if I had missed any of our mixture from around and within her bare tiny pussy. A few licks of my tongue reveals that I did a thorough cleaning job the night. "More of your magic coffee? It almost got me into trouble the last time." Just almost?" he sighed, "it must be losing its potency." I think not," she couldn't help but chuckle."Then a cup of tea perhaps or simply some conversation."Again she looked around in unease."I... shouldn't even be here. I have to go." What's so urgent that you can't come in for a moment?" he asked, feeling sure she had no pressing plans."Well, only for a moment," she replied."That's a lovely dress you're wearing," he. ‘How did it happen?’ is the first question they ask. If the person is polite, and it’s not the first thing out of there mouth, I’ll tell them. The second one is usually asked to my wife, ‘So, can you guys still have sex?’ Her normal response to that question is, ‘You bet. He’s got a six inch tongue!’ She’s exaggerating of course, but it generally sates their curiosity. So let me answer the first question, and then I’ll answer the second. I’ll be brief seeing as this is an erotica site, and it’s.