‘What was that, Mrs. McKenzie?’ ‘Oh nothing, Mrs. Thatcher,’ Naomi said, smiling at the older woman. ‘Now that we’ve taken care of our err...nd, do you think you could show us those lovely soft cotton yarns I glimpsed the last time I was here. I’m looking for something suitable to make a baby blanket, and I think you had just what I need.’ Mrs. Thatcher completely forgot about Sarah, as her eyes lit with an eager glow. For the first time, she noticed the small bulge of Naomi’s belly, and her mind. .' blah blah blah, 'will doom humanity...' blah blah blah. OK, here: 'This Mighty Phallus of Nightmare, the Steed of the Apocalypse, will be bound to the mortal realm for 50 years. Should it ever go flaccid or should its potent seed ever touch anything but the flesh of a virgin, the world of man will be torn asunder. Not one soul will survive.'”“Eesh, talk about high maintenance,” Heather whined. Her breasts were the biggest of them all and they bounced with every word she said.“And that's. With an ‘Amen’, she finished her morning devotional, shook out her long auburn hair and hurried to wake her sisters. It would not do to have her father find them still in bed. The icy floor made her almost thankful for the ankle length nightdress her father thought appropriately modest for a girl. As she hurried down the hall, she once again considered her alarm clock. ‘The power must have flickered briefly, maybe that’s why no one else is up yet,’ she thought to herself. Her conjecture was. I have fucked a couple of the girls, but they are only interested in that side of me, not the sailing and I want both,” “You are telling me all they want is that beautiful cock?” “Yes. I gave it to one girl, and she shot her mouth off about how much she enjoyed it and then a couple more made it more than obvious they wanted to try it as well, and we did. A couple of one-night stands, enjoyable as it was, but that was it. They got their bragging rights and I got my bilges emptied.” “They never.