I was sweaty after hockey, so I stood in the hallway to get out of my dirty clothes and then snuck into the bathroom. We had a large glass shower stal... with a bench inside. The glass was steamed, but I could still make out the shape of my sexy, slender yet voluptuous girlfriend, her long black hair loose, wet, and hanging down between her shapely buttocks. With practised vigilance, I quietly entered the stall and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my breasts flattening. Being a domestic goddess. This is my purpose in life. It’s what I was born to do, to cook, to clean, to mother people. Nurturing. It’s just ... my role in life. Home. Family. These are what I do, what I know.“It’s no accident that my favorite deity is Hestia, or as the Romans called her, Vesta. Goddess of hearth and home. I pray to her a lot, along with Mother Gaia, Kubaba Cybele, the Cappadocian Goddess Ma, Hecate, Isis, and Dann or Dana. Brigid as well. Demeter, also known as Ceres, from. 'This bitch is seriously fucking talented, ' Ron thought, awash with pleasure. 'She's a serious knob-polisher.' "Better get up here," he directed, "I want to nut in your twat, not your mouth -- this time, anyway."Abigail climbed carefully into the chair and squatted over Ron's cock. It was wet with her spit, and she'd gotten wetter inside, so all was more or less in readiness as she rubbed his fat glans along her gash and seated it at her opening. Pressing down, she forced it through the ring. ”I blushed deeper “ I can’t wait.” I said, my cunt fizzing.We turned away from the widows and Iris sat on the side of the bed with an impish grin.“After Ben overpowered me that first time I lectured him on the law’s attitude to rape.”“Oh, I see.” I said slightly bewildered.“Ralph knows now. I make it clear when I’m in the mood for him.” She said.Agog, I sat on the bed beside her. “Why, that’s... “Selfish? Sinful? Yes but, it keeps him in hand Margo.” Iris smiled softly.“And now you have Ben in.