My name is Silas Dunmore and this is how it all began. I was born in a farm in the small village of Sheepmeadow , everything you need to know about it...is in the name. My mom was a naive farm girl that believed since before my birth that my dad would come back. My dad, we'll it is more complicated. Sometimes Gods like to fool around with mortals, sometimes children are born that way. Go down a few generations of this demigod breeding with mortals and you get someone far from godlike power but. We do it to keep them away from ne’er-do-wells who would use them for evil, but at the same time, we wish to use them to meet the maker. The maker of the genies. Now of course, we can’t just wish to meet him. Believe me, we’ve tried. So we’re trying to draw him out.”“Draw him out?”“I’m sure Alexis explained to you that we are forbidden from preventing the work of the genies? We cannot destroy the world, as that would prevent genies from having Masters and granting their wishes. But no matter. Now Dave knew not only (in detail) how hot his daughter was, but also that his son in law has a small penis and fantasizes about serving guys with larger cocks (who are, ideally, also pleasuring his wife.) I had a full day, and by the time Sarah got home from work, I’d still not had an opportunity to log onto XHamster and see how the conversation with Dave progressed.She looked ravishing as ever when she got home from work. Her slim legs and ass nicely shown off by her leggings, and her nipples. I rolled over on my back, exhausted. Shelly followed me, allowing me to come out of her. She left a leg across my thighs. Reggie settled in on the other side with her leg in a similar position. My arms were around both of them and I just know the embalmer will never get the smile off my face. I have done died and gone to heaven!Reggie let out a long sigh, "Man, am I glad we finally got through that. You guys have been walking on glass around each other for two months. I knew you wouldn't do.