She continued to moan as she slowly pushed it in further. When it was as deep as it could go, she stopped and removed her hands and just lay there bre...thing heavily. The courgette remained firmly lodged where it was but I could see it pulsating to her heartbeat.Her hips then came up from the table and she rotated them in a grinding action. It still remained impaled tightly inside her buttery twat. It was mesmerizing to watch her move and hear her groans of pleasure. Letting her butt back down. ." I know," she said very chipper. "I was come to see you." She embraced me a big hug, which i returned resisting the urge to grab her ass. My cock greeted her too, standing at full attention. "How many guys do you think butt-fuck me in airplanes?"A couple of teenagers passing by giggled having heard her question. "Well," I said, "I hope you had a nice flight back." Yeah, I kinda fancied this guy but his wife got pissed. But not for the reason you think though. Turns out SHE wanted me. She. It’s also the Saturnalia, Solstice, and Yule. And close to Hanukkah, mind you. And Boxing Day in two days in England,” Dionysus, my divine father, commented while I plowed the fuck out of my pregnant first wife, Tracy.I said “first wife,” of course, because by now I was in a plural or group marriage with everyone in the household, including Dionysus, aka Bacchus aka Brian aka Dad. We were all lovers now, all spouses, all engaged in an incestuous commune of sorts where we fucked, partied, drank,. It was then that I noticed that the pictures all had little plaques on them with the persons’ name and a short eulogy. These were all members who died serving the cause. I was still looking at them when Carson came up to me and said having second thoughts yet? I said “no, just honoring them.” He said “well, let me share this with you,” and he pointed to a picture of a man who looked to be in his forties, and wore a uniform, that I really didn’t recognize. He was sitting astride a Harley and.