Thosetwo days passed so slowly.I asked him some questions, but basically he reconfirmed the details he'dalready told me, and I hadn't really forgotten...any of it. He told me thatas far as he knew, there were fifty other 'girls' like me throughout theworld. There were five 'prophets' throughout the world, men (always men)who had the ability of locating the people who had the potential to becomeone of these special 'creatures'; it wouldn't work on most. Aside fromlocating me and explaining this. ” I stood for a moment in shock at how forward John was being. My dick started to stir in my pants as I thought back to the night I caught them in bed. My wife demanding that I lick her freshly filled pussy clean before forcing me to suck the rest of John’s cum from his thick cock. “You thinking about it right now, ain't you?” he asked, with a sly smile. “I bet that little dick is getting hard.” “No way man, I’m not into that.” I retorted. “Bullshit! I remember how eager you were to clean my. As much as a communist could ... for the return of Marxist rule.Grandma (ba-bu’-sya) and Grandpa (di’-du-s) Hordiyenko were aristocrats of the old style. That they had existed through the purges and takeover was the stuff of legend. After the failure of the CCCP, their influence had kept their son-in-law in his position as Consul General.The only thing they held in common was their love for their sole surviving grandchild. We had been grilled by daddy ... the inquisition the grandparents put us. By the time my son Rocky was “old enough”, I had noticed how much of a young man he was turning into. The fire in my pussy built with each passing day.Things changed when Rocky turned 19. I began to tease him. He looked so sexy, tall and muscular. I was in lust with my own son and my day came when his girlfriend dumped him. That night I he came home drunk and I comforted him. He put his arms round me and before we realized what was going on, we were in my bed, making love. From that point on,.