I am cold and wet, but after the beers I am feeling a little horny and wondering what my beautiful and sexxy girlfriend is doing inside the warm house... As I open the side door to the house I am struck first by the warmth, then by the fragrance of candles and only the light from the candles. I am intrigued as to what is going on in the house. I run downstairs to the basement to take off my wet boots and clothes. I run back upstairs in just a old pair of sweats I found downstairs. Once again I am. " I didn't need any urging. I pettedthe pouting damp lips which were peeping through the thick hair and gentlypushed them apart to insert a couple inches of finger. Mom was very wetinside. "Mmm, that feels good," Mom purred. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you dothat. It feels too good." She humped her hips against my probing finger,sending it farther inside the slippery way. "Gee, Mom, thanks for letting me do this. I won't do any more than youwant me to, but I've dreamed of this since I was 11 or. ‘If I don’t, I’ll come out here!’ In another setting the pun would have seemed crude, but it was true. How nicely the lines of the jacket set off her curves– made her all the more feminine. The gently teasing tone in her voice joined in the delicious melange of messages she was sending . . . the bold, hard lines of the uniform, the strong colors of the uniform, her soft curves peeking from the outfit a counterpoint to that, the situation, her words, her tone. My head spun. This image remains. "I am Ebisu, the God of Honesty and Fisheries. As you see, I representthe fishermen and all the marine wealth." I'm Fukurofuju, God of Longevity," the long-haired man in front of mefinally introduced himself. "In addition to age that is older than thisworld, I have the ability to resurrect the dead."The pink-robed woman pulled out her flute, then said, "I am Benzaiten,Goddess of Love and Joy, I represent artists, poets, and musicians." You ... I've seen you before." My eyes turned back to the.