I was too old, even for an Anunna, when I began my task of freeing Man. The hardships of living as a primitive shortened my life, and mechanical aides...were no longer enough to extend my corporeal existence. My last hope was a tool to extend my spiritual (symbol for soul and mental activity combined?) existence.As my last act, I will lie dormant, with the help of a tool. I will wait as long as I am able, with the hope of assisting Man, one last time, with Man's last chance at removing the shroud. ”“I need to cum, Mac!” Grace cried out. “I need to cum for you.”Orgasm denial seemed cruel when he couldn’t be there to help her edge. He made a mental note to include that in person soon.“Cum for me, Grace. Cum hard and quench this desperate thirst I have for you.”“Oh, fuck! Yessssss!” she cried out.Her body tensed, and then she flooded the towel she’d been so wise to think to bring to bed with her.The sounds of pleasure she was making were music to his ears. He’d neglected her for most of the. She went around helping the poor people, fixing problems and saved the town a long time ago.’ The waitress shot a ‘wait one minute’ finger to the new customer and then turned back to Lynn. ‘One Chef Salad coming right up!’ She smiled then left. Lynn heard her trail off, ‘Hi, how are you? What can I get you tonight?’ The waitress had an inviting way about her. Charming the new customer and melting into her work. ‘Little Breeze?’ Lynn stared at the picture, trying to let everything soak in. Her. John looked at her, her body was gorgeous. She bent down, pulling the sheet up, pulling his basketball shorts off, revealing to her, John's cock, standing at half-mast. Molly got onto her knees, leaning towards John's cock, licking it softly with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth. As she made it stand, Molly pulled the cock from her mouth, looking proudly at John's now throbbing hard-on. Lowering her pussy down, Molly impaled herself on John's eight-inch rod. John couldn't believe how.