I couldn’t help but admire their looks, both werebrunettes with clear complexions and only modestmakeup, as was the fashion, they were braless, ...hetaller of the two wore a halter top and very tight bluejeans, the shorter, wore what was called a tube top (atube of a stretch material) and very tight cut off bluejeans.They might have been sisters as they had similarfeatures, they were slim. Though nicely built, thetaller woman had what I would were 34 inch breasts of afull C or D cup, the. ”I finished the last of my coffee, rather cool, and waited as they finished their drinks. We left together, and sat not far away on a picnic bench. Kat sat opposite me, Aibhilin next to her.The little girl held out her hand to me, and when I reached out to her, she grasped my index finger and closed her eyes. Kat sat, watching, and smiling. My finger was released, and Aibhilin held her mother’s hand. A small figure appeared in front of them and held an incomprehensible conversation with them,. “No consequences?” God shook his head. “So…what’s the catch? There has to be a catch.” “One catch.” “I knew it. Sell my soul right? Its always the soul.” “No you’re confused, that’s Satan…which is me…but anyway. The catch is that I have to be entertained. So if you are boring…I pull the plug, you go back to normal.” “You don’t implode the universe? Just back to normal?” “Yep,” God said. “Good, cause for a second I thought the weight of the universe was on me being entertaining…Why me?” “Cause. That morning she was extra horny such that she continued to rub herself after she has awakened. Cynthia lazily kneaded her large breasts through her silk negligee and then ran her fingers down to her dripping cunt and slowly rubbed her wet slit. This went on for several minutes until Cynthia trembled to a pulsating orgasm. After a few minutes after her orgasm Cynthia shrugged it off and then took a bath, she was already running late for her class. Mrs. Cynthia McKinley is a 40-year-old teacher.