Joe had become more fluent, but reading was still a chore.The old forgers that had provided the means for Eloise to escape to the United States had be...n found and contacted. They remained in their suburban house.The woman greeted Joe with a kiss reminding him of their brief intimacy. Age had thickened her and brought unbecoming jowls to her face. But it had struck her husband more forcibly. He had become thin. Depleted. Emphysema had him on oxygen. But lung cancer put him near death.The woman. Hera had worked millennia toward her goal of being the mother of the next generation of gods. I was the means to her end. Yet, I’d refused to give her what she wanted. Instead, I made Tara the mother of the next generation of gods like the Fates wanted, although not in the way they expected thanks to Grandmother. I’d taken Hera’s dream away from her and she didn’t react well. In short, she’d gone completely mad. The concept of a being with her power doing that was horrifying not just to me, but. ‘Momma!’ Trish said mock-petulantly, pulling my attention back to her. ‘My special place is hurting!’ ‘Bring it here and let Momma Hawk kiss it and make it all better,’ I said. She lifted the hem of her skirt and I saw her mound pushing out the plain white panties she was wearing. I pulled her panties down and she daintily stepped out of them. Then she flexed her knees and brought her pussy to my face. I used my fingers to rub her swollen labia and then kissed her mons. The scent of her. With my right hand, I cupped his balls and drove my own dick forward firmly for him to grind on. "You got a nice cock," Alexander said, reaching back with both hands for my butt, pulling us tight, pulling me deep. "It's hot," he said. "I feel heat in me."He circled his butt with the music, and I circled with him, grinding in with each circle. I pushed his shirt up so I could watch his body move. Alexander unbuttoned it and pulled it off. Alexander had long lines, a long, limber torso. He was.