You know I’m going to be ordained on Holy Saturday and most of the gang is going to be there. You’re invited, but I’m not insisting you be there...“This is my life, Kristin, and it’s not going to change. It really isn’t a complicated situation, at least as I see it. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re two people who are sleeping together. I ask you out on Fridays and Saturdays because I enjoy your company and need a date so as not to be the third wheel with Clarissa and Glenda. I can ask. ‘Matt I have come to you as promised on your eighteenth birthday.’ the Goddess Pietho said as she climbed onto his bed on all fours slowly coming to be above him. The covers and his clothes disappeared leaving nothing between his hard dick and her moistened pussy lips. ‘Oh god.’ Matt said swallowing hard. ‘Close but I prefer to be called a Goddess.’ Pietho said smiling down on him. Matt was unable to respond as she reached down and guided his dick into her opening. He was soon overwhelmed with. In almost every way, Amanda was a perfect wife.She kept an immaculate house. She was a wonderful cook, and an absolutely outstanding mother to our children. She had a sense of personal style that made me proud to be seen with her in public, and that style extended to our home, where her eye for decorating made our house one of those places that the 'Women's Garden Club' wanted to tour every year on their 'Fine Homes of our City' day.The sole fissure between us was that over the past, perhaps. Further crowding them was Logan’s inventory of “equipment”, if you could call it that. He had a stone knife he had chipped down to a ragged, serrated edge, a long stick with a sharpened, fire-hardened tip that could almost be called a spear, and a small pile of poorly cured rat furs. All of that had taken most of a week to gather. Your average caveman would be better armed than he was, but considering the Faerie Queen Maeve had dumped him, quite suddenly, into this hell with only the clothes on.