" Yes and I know where I putting my helping hands. My wife of what twenty years now has kept herself trim, in contrast with Donna, having no kids help... of course. She is of the slim, tight configuration, were as Donna is of your more voluptuous type. Betty's best bits are her long slim legs that look great in Jeans or a short skirt; her small tits have never known the confines of a bra are still firm. The memory of Donna's large tits gives me a huge hard on so that night Betty would be getting. I just stared at them."Speak." Who are you?" It just came out come out, could they control me?"Humans have many names for me Ishtar, Venus, Eros, Aphrodite, Freyja, Baimei Shen, etc." Those are deities, well never heard of the last one?" Baimei Shen?"I nodded."Chinese God of prostitution." My eyes went wide, China had a prostitution deity? Never heard of prostitution deity. Lust, sex, fertility etc. but never prostitution, why to go china."I am the Deity of Love and every century at random I. Before walking away he offered me his card, I graciously accepted it. Just like that, I’d spent a glorious afternoon with a wonderful man. Oh, and it wasn’t lost on me that him wanting to spend some time with me meant him wanting to fuck me.I was intrigued…The next Saturday I called him during my lunch break from work. All week I’d thought of him. All week I battled with myself, should I call him? Yes, call. No, don’t call. Yes, call. No, don’t call. On and on it went in my head for the. I complained. The Hisso sounded like it was coming off the airframe.We rose anti-clockwise until we got close to one o’clock inverted. I was making garbled choking sounds and gripping the coaming, trying not to fall out. At which point, my crazy little friend snapped into a perfectly executed Immelmann. I abruptly dropped back into my seat, to find that we were headed northeast, on the reciprocal, 300 feet higher than beforeI had just gotten my heart back in my chest, when the little vixen half.