I can not wait to see your pussy stretched out and pouring his cum onto our bed.As your orgasm subsides, he slides out of you and orders you onto your...knees. You can do nothing but comply as you desire his cock more now then ever before. You get up to you knees and bend over, exposing your perfect ass to him. He rewards you with a hard swat across it leaving a large red hand print and you screaming in pain. He lines his cock up for its next invasion of your pussy, slides the tip in and then. Unseen, Eros sat the next table, fiddling with his bowstring. He couldn’t help but smile. Their little human idiosyncrasies were stupid, but he enjoyed them anyway. He was a sucker like that. Neither of them believed this “just friends” business for a second, but since when was it a crime to lie to yourself? He could just keep arranging innocent get togethers for the two of them, and sooner or later, of their own accord—“EROS!”He jumped. His bowstring snapped. “Shit,” he said. It took him a. Uncle Bob and the girls were going at it like dogs in heat! Becky was atop her dad, squirming her juicy, sweet-tasting pussy onto his face while she sucked on his cock.Uncle Bob had one middle finger shoved up Becky's asshole, and his finger looked almost as big as his prick. He slid the thing in and out of his daughter, inspiring her to some really ball-stirring swallows of his big prick. Betsy was on the other side of the bed. She was kissing Becky's ass and licking their dad's finger as it. Unemployment was rising, and the football terraces were ruled by rabid racist thugs. Oh, and Princess Anne was getting married in the autumn. I followed it all in the papers and on TV, trying to distract myself from my own misery with that of the world around me. I tried to catch up on life, on politics, on my few friends, but mostly they just depressed me further.There were myriad radical groups, communists, anarchists, feminists, some content to demonstrate, others taking it further, even.