Make up up your mind.Touchy, touchy! If it makes you feel any better, I’ve enjoyed my fair share of piss over the centuries. Why my wife had the bes...-tasting urine that I ever had the pleasure of sampling, especially after she drank a liter of chushionberry juice. I remember this one time, though—Fine. What do you think the chances are that they’d hurt your family if you blew things up here and took control of these mental midgets? You might not end up having a choice in doing so.I stayed still. Taking her time to clean all my parts thoroughly. When she was done, she covered me up then Mom did some thing that I can't recall her doing in years. She actually kissed my cheek good night. I was floored. "Could it be that she was actually softening? Naa it ain't going to happen, not Mrs Iron Britches." I said to myself. "Must be because she is tired."The next few days went by slowly. Sheila and I had really got comfortable with each other and not surprisingly enough, our talks often turned. I'm glad she didn't burst my nuts cause now I want to fill that pussy of hers up full of my milky cum. So full she's have a cream pie for days. This berber was a savage, not a joke savage no, an actual savage who has not been tamed as her feminine counter parts in Europe and this was very arousing. I was in a cage with a tiger and a battle to the death was ensuing. I grab her by the hair, throw her sideways so that she's on all four's in the clay jacuzzi. The problem for her is that the step is. They ... they are worthy." Very good. You will lead them to their sexual fulfillment." Y-yes, Glorious One, of course." But this transgression will not go unpunished."Victor looked at Terri from the corner of his eye. A sadistic smile marred her face once more before she masked it.Foolish woman, Victor thought.Victor gestured. Terri raised her hood. Both her and the cultist at the other end of the altar proceeded towards a niche in the back of the underground church, the opening covered by a.