Think mirror-image. Or youcan pronounce her name 'Sissy' if you like cuz there ain't really norules or nothing on this...and who knows how the Goddess...Isis spelledher name in ancient Egypt anyway, probably in Hieroglyphs Ireckon...just don't you dare leave out the 'Goddess' part! Then theGoddess Isis went cheerfully with her attendants into seclusion to awaitthe birth of her son the God-King Horus. The Mother Goddess Isis wasconfident and secure in the knowledge that the land of Egypt would. "I don't remember what it tastes like," said Hannah now becoming curious."I don't either," commented Kathy. "You wanna taste mine, an' let me taste yours?"They then took turns finding out how mothers' milk tasted.Then Kathy wrinkled her brow, and said, "Well, I know what yours tastes like now, but I don't know about mine. Emmeline, are you sure they don't taste different?" Nah, I don't know fer sure, but you two could still find out. Hannah, why don't ya get a mouthful and put it in Mommy's. She bent low to change the angle of the prick filling her body, to feel it rubbing against the root of her own cock and to feel the length of the turgid shaft of flesh probe her heated sheath in a slightly different manner. Hammer lazily reached up and touched the oh so sensitive and new boobies that Calienté was growing while saying, “Cum for me pretty girl.”Lightning struck! At least that was how it seemed to Calienté, the moment before Hammer lightly pinched her nipples she was not quite. I rolled and did a leg sweep, dropping him to the ground beside me, quickly grappling him into a submissive position. I may have gotten a kidney punch or two in, judging by the grayness in his face.His two buddies tried to jump in but they were outnumbered and outgunned, so they resorted to calling for the bartender to get help pulling me off him. My cousin was the bartender and owner, had seen the cheap shot, and just kept polishing the glass he was holding. I got my breathing back to normal.