" Again, my words were confirmed by all the Energists. I smiled at them and said, "Something or someone will have to create it for you. Some of you ma... not want to hear this as it goes against your current 'spiritual belief' system, but I believe it will be my God, who will create your home world."The murmuring of discontent started up once more but not to the extent of previous discourse. I let them bounce their own ideas off of each other on this topic before I refocused them and said, "His. With the number of times I’d come recently, I couldn’t believe how I just kept shooting streams of my seed into my cousin’s mouth. She swallowed, but couldn’t keep up as my overflow ran down her chin and pooled around my cock. As my climax began to subside, aftershocks of pleasure continued to cause waves of convulsions; I felt almost possessed. I grunted heavily and fought to keep my breath.Jacqui sucked and licked my spent dick as she pulled her lips off of me. With a slurppy plop, my cock. Several of the smaller items were placed on the tree. My favorite was the crystal globe in which an image of St Basil's Cathedral was laser etched in the center. It was three dimensional and would make a nice conversation piece. I place it on a shelf with some other figurines. Of course, the best present of all was having Anna sitting on the couch beside me.For breakfast, we had julekage, onion and green pepper omelets, and some Jimmy Dean sausages. It goes without saying that we each had a. ’ The voice that spoke was barely audible, weak and whispery, laced with pain. Camille looked into the glassy eyes of the injured man. ‘Nice to have you awake,’ she said gently, laying the back of her hand on his forehead. ‘You have to be still now. I’m Camille Pavli.’ ‘Olan Jeffreys,’ he rasped, a weak smile playing at the corners of his mouth. ‘Forgive me for not getting up.’ Camille smiled in spite of herself and the circumstances of their meeting. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ ‘Don’t be too hard.