"Ah, okay." Ryan turned on the bench and started to haul herself upright. "I wasn't sure about it, anyway. You don't have to keep staring at me like t...at." It was unnerving and she wanted him to stop. She tried giving him a grin. "See, you shouldn't have made that bet." "You wrote that." She nodded, unsure if he was asking or not. His eyes were fixed on her and it was an effort to keep moving. As she tried to take a hopping step towards the couch, she stumbled and Brody caught her. "Sorry," she. Sometimes it's nice being a god, you can do good for people.Who's thinking 'mistake'? You're right.The driver, not having this fright to stop him continued drink driving and killed himself and a family of five later that year. He didn't live to marry and the eldest child of the family he killed couldn't join the marines and save the life of the father of a world class Politician. Helen herself grew up to have two children who always seemed a little 'disconnected' from reality.So with tears in. Goose bumps grew around my body and I quivered and moaned and shook like the last leaf on a tree in autumn. I tried to keep my hands on her, I tried to hold her hair, or hold a hand or get a lovely finger back into my mouth but she danced around my body and cock so as to keep just out of reach, and as my muscles began to tense and my balls began to fill she stopped and sat up.A hand stayed slowly stroking my cock, tenderly and light lightly, and she sucked and licked a finger in her own mouth. I helped her up from the floor and hugged her. "I am so sorry I ****d you sister. I am a weak man and will pay for this someday" She pushed several fingers into her cunt and pulled out the semen that was plastered there. Holding it up to the light she watched it ooze slowly between her fingers. "If you were to force me to take your ejaculate into my mouth, it would not be my fault Peter." I twisted her left nipple now and she opened her mouth in pain. I pushed her fingers into her mouth.