" She stopped and no one interrupted the silence. It was as though the king could feel the knot of inexpressible information that was lodged in her ch...st. He was patiently waiting for her to find the words. "God is..." How could she express it? "I don't think He is what you think." Did he mean angels by the term "feathered spirits?" He is not the king of the feathered spirits? My people have seen pictures of the feathered spirits serving your god!" Well..." He does not send them to pluck our. I wrapped my lips around it as I slowly pulled it back out, then abruptly chomped off a bit of the end. I looked up at my Pap and smiled, placing what was left of the sausage between the eggs.He grimaced. “You’re killing me.”I looked down. “It appears it will a pleasurable death.”Pap spun around to hide his growing excitement, returning to the stove while I was eating. Katie came bounding down the steps and into the kitchen, ready for her morning run. Taller than me, she was slender and small. Her bush matched her hair and was prone towards bushiness. She kept it trim and short with only a small triangle of hair on her crotch.After shaving, Megan washed her face and slid her entire head under water for a moment. When she came up for air her hair looked brown and clung wetly to her head. She took the jasmine scented soap and lathered her arms and shoulders before moving down her chest. Megan gasped as the soap slid over her nipple. Her nipples had always been sensitive and the simple. “I'm going to go really slowly to start off Can you hold your legs back?” She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs back as far as she could. I lined my cock up with her asshole and slowly began to push the head in. It was tight. Tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked. For those who have never done this, I don't think words can describe the sensation. For those who have, you know exactly what I’m talking about. As the head popped in she let out a moan. “You alright,” I asked. “Uh... it hurts.