I further rearranged what I was wearingand wriggled my hips forward until the tip of my prick bumped up againstthe warm wetness of her cleft. It felt...glorious. I had to take severaldeep breaths to steady myself. She chuckled at my helplessness andbrought her hands up. My wife began to lightly stimulate my nipplesthrough the silkiness of the nightgown. I gasped and experienced a surgeof need. If I could just penetrate her it would be heavenly.As if reading my mind she said, "That's as far. Ifelt trapped now, I wanted out!"Where'll you go? There aren't any jobs. And I don't think you'lllike working at Wal-Mart, that's about all that's left around here.You don't even have enough money to move out. I can help of course ifyou want to get you started maybe but then what? End up living alonein a studio apartment with a dull miserable job you hate again? Idon't mind your little 'hobby' I've been encouraging you! And you getto live in this nice big house. The work is easy and you don't. Radio one was still a month away from starting. Sarah remembered our earlier varied sex life and when we first moved we had fun talking about how she,d loved sucking my cock and others, how we,d had some wild fucks, how I,d loved to eat her delicious cunt and fuck it like mad so much thought I,d wear it out some times, but never did! Sarah used to boast she,d sucked off over seventy cocks in her time plus eaten forty pussies and she likely had more but stopped counting in her fifties. I know. Astounded that there were no wounds on her body when they had washed away the blood, the ardent pair eventually figured out that consuming the flesh and blood of the Goddess had very rewarding benefits.Damien and Candice had been lovers since he was fourteen, and he certainly didn't want to kill her, but she insisted that, since that special day, she had 'experimented' when he was out working, and she was convinced that she simply couldn't be killed with a knife. To prove it, she had taken.