"She stopped, brushing back her stringy blonde hair while she thought it over. "I'm listening." She said finally. Minutes later the saucy little ...londe lay on her back in the middle of the bed in back office, one hand massaging her own pussy, the other tweaking one nipple then the other. He held the camera tight on her vagina, keeping the microphone close to hear her moans of self inflicted pleasure. Eyes closed, pelvis tilted forward, she worked her own tender flesh hard and fast,. She arched her back, and using both hands, pushed my head down into her chest. I tongued her nipple roughly, and she moaned softly and ground her pussy into my stomach. I switched breasts and continued licking and sucking for another minute.I let go of her breast and kissed her breast bone, then slid down, trailing kisses to the soft patch of pubic hair. I nuzzled the soft blonde hair, then kissed her just above where her labia met.“«Snälla du, slicka mig!»” she pleaded.I could figure that one. “What was the question?”Thompson turned, rose and knelt. “Goddess,” was all he could manage before the tears started and his voice closed. It had been a long time since he’d seen his deity.Aphrodite raised him, and took him to the couch. They sat together, Thompson resting his head on the shoulder of a divine being. Thompson poured out his tears, and in those tears he poured out his love of the Goddess, and at the same time he cried his grief, his grief at losing his wife and the mother of his. I slowly roll out my tale and Spencer nods and laughs in all the right places. I gradually relax, and even feel drowsy. I don't want to fall asleep but I am both emotionally and physically tired. Spencer must sense my weariness and hands me a blanket, telling me it's okay to sleep."Anna, just rest. We'll keep driving west. When you wake, you can decide what direction you and your life want to go."My eyelids drop heavily and I give in. The last thing I remember is Spencer tucking the blanket.