Our story begins in the forests of ancient greece. The messenger god Hermes was floating above the trees, sorting letters that Zeus instructed him to ...eliver 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. As each of them stepped past her they gave her a kiss and a quick squeeze. Probably not the kind any neighbours watching might be expecting a grandfather type figure to give a young woman, but Leanne got a little tingle each time one of her old friends pressed up firmly against her. The tingle was even more intense when she thought about who might see her with them.First Burt stepped in. He grabbed Leanne around the waist and pulled her in tight to his tubby frame for a quick kiss on the lips.. Amy lay on the ground. I straddled her and ran one hand through her hair while I fingered her with the other. I noticed that we were starting to draw an audience. After a few minutes of this, Amy signaled that she was ready, and I slowly lowered my throbbing shaft into her welcoming cunt. I leaned over, and we kissed as I began fucking her. The crowd around us started to cheer and clap as I fucked her harder and harder. Amy was now begging me for more, and I gave it to her. We came at the same. ******As the guests started to arrive, Bishop Erasmus was feeling a strong sense of accomplishment and pride. Just the day before he had received copies of the quarterly magazine from the Church of the Black Staff Headquarters in Washington. His story was featured on the cover of the national magazine, and the cover photo was the beaming Bishop with four of his white female parishioners and two of his young black male priests. He well remembered the young journalist, an attractive white woman.