. and a demigod inside me at once ... oh, fuck!”“Hey, if I’m a demigod, that makes you a demi-goddess!” I reminded Arsinoe as I slammed into h...r tight booty.“Yeah, more talk like that ... more of that ... oh, fuck! Gods, you’re in my pussy and ass ... and it feels ... terrific! I love this ... I love it! Both of you, it feels incredible with you two ... inside me!” Arsinoe screamed as she felt Apollo and me sliding in and out of her holes.“You’re not so bad yourself,” Dad briefly changed his. I liked it however. i loved hair. id always day-dream at miriams armpits when she would lift her hands to tie her hair back.. id imagine her tied up with her hands handcuffed up to the edges of the bed head and her ankles strapped up together really tight with tape so she feels powerless. id imagine myself laying ontop of her with my cock hard inbetween her thigh-gap. just so i can start to feel her wet my cock with her virgin juice as im passionately kissing her neck and pits.every single. Emma watched as Tony pulled the large holdall from under the seat:she recognised it as belonging to them he emptied the contents onto the solid wooden table: her d**gged mind took in the toys the rope the blindfold sending shivers through her clit: this was so good she thought to her self.The table was exactly the right height for Tony's requirements also it had benches ether side of it enabling his wife to rest her legs wide apart: as she lay there he passed the silk rope around her body and. “It’s what I talked to Doctor Mercer about, and what led me to create the ‘memory books’ for Nicholas. The Orthodox sum it up as ‘Memory Eternal’ and for the Jews, that G-d may remember their names. And the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that’s where the true meaning if found. The problem is, that if that’s where meaning is, eventually nobody will remember who you are. And then, where’s the meaning?“To me, it requires an eternal outside observer who is also intimately involved.