It sounded great to me although I was wondering to myself if I was going to be able to contain myself. It was a wonderfully sunny Saturday afternoon w...en we finally got together. We were all in swimming attire and Erica had even bought a new bikini for the occasion. At least it was one I had not yet seen. My wife Gina, who by the way is very nice on the eyes at 5' 8" and 135 pounds, a nice shape with gorgeous long legs, was looking very nice in her one-piece suite. Nice enough that I believe I. I wiped cum from my wife's cunt, and felt her press hard against my fingers, which slipped with remarkable ease into her distended hole. After a minute of mouth fucking, that guy was ready to explode when Moni grabbed his dick and finished him by hand. She aimed him down at her breasts and let him empty himself on them. He rubbed his cum around her nipples and all over her breasts, then he stepped out of the way and let someone else take his place. The jerk-off guy shot his load right over. And then, one by one, each of the others added their love and I felt my strength not only return, but begin to grow stronger.“You realize I can destroy this whole world, don’t you Boy?” he asked.“You can try,” was my reply as I desperately tried to think of a way to protect the codex and my family, and at the same time come up with a way to neutralize a god, since it seemed my diplomacy wasn’t working too well.“Daddy, Please!” Polly cried. “Don’t do it!”Zeus looked over at his daughter who. Except for one particular night, that is – a night that stands all alone in my memory. After all, it was the night that Mom was shot. She certainly was not hurt, but if she reads this story and figures out which of her son’s shot her, that son might not be getting much in the way of Christmas presents this year. Confused? You should be. Let me start at the beginning. The year was 1972. We were living in a small town in western Pennsylvania. There were three of us: Roger was 15 and Rory was 10..