The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to deliver to his mistresses, the king couldn’t even...be faithful to his own sidechicks. “Hey, Hermes!” the god in question looked and saw his half sister Artemis sitting on a log while skinning a boar.“Oh, hey Artemis!” Hermes greeted as he joined the huntress on the log.“Father sent you to deliver letters to his mistresses again?” Artemis asked. A long time ago her Fathers infidelity would’ve. I couldn't catch my breath and I was shaking like a leaf. I returned to the bed and handed him the lube. I remember wondering if my wife would be ok with it. Believe it or not, I thought maybe we were going over the boundaries. Fuck, I had no idea. But I was incredibly horny, wanted to have his cock in me, and was scared to death, all at once.He threw his legs over the side of the bed and patted the bed behind him, where he had been laying. He said, "Well, come on. You better make your wife. I know I’m not some exhibitionist internet slut, but I’m here… I’m real and it might work for you.”“Work?”“Fuck’s sake,” I muttered, as I dipped my fingers into my juicy slot and smeared them around the head of the fake cock. The length and girth made Alex’s wiener look like an itty-bitty stringy sausage that had been left in the butcher’s window for too long.However, the fake cock was wonderfully satisfying, and the grunt of satisfaction which filled my room was completely genuine.OK – it was. It was half an inch long and an eighth of an inch thick. Debbie masturbated herself for me for the first time. She said she'd been masturbating since she was twelve, but had never seen her clit before or cum that hard before. She bucked her hips into the air when she came.We looked at her in the mirror. Her crotch was drenched in cunt juice and cum. Debbie pulled my head into her cunt and I ate her while she watched. I could taste my cum mixed with her cunt juice and liked it. It tasted like.