While having this experience, the girls had met Mombassa, a doctor and a member of the Kukuana military, as well as the son of an influential Kukuana ...eneral. Mombassa’s sexual prowess and his incredible pleasure machine had made such an overwhelming impression upon Darla and Shelly that a bond had formed between them. Well, maybe it was not a bond, just the residual effects of their sexual addiction, which was now being fueled by the Mutant Mahala (M2) that she and Shelly had unknowingly been. The King had already told Macro in private not to enforce that edict too strictly. What people did in the privacy of their homes would not bother the King and it certainly could not bother the dead Ada.Having thus performed his duty, Macro signalled for his guard to follow him and walked the short distance home. His mind was busy with the various tasks he had to perform in the aftermath of the burial. An additional worry had come up three days before when a caravel came to port and reported a. Once I had set it up I played with the different speeds to see the machine work and I was very surprised and relieved that the machine was a lot quieter than I had expected allowing the room for only my voice to be heard if I enjoyed myself to much…. Which I definitely did!After the assembly I laid on the floor and I placed my hips so only few centimetres can enter at a time so I could play with the remote and allow my body to feel the power and motion of the machine. I placed the dildo by the. Now... fuck your wife's mother!" I whispered to him. He looked into my eyes with hate, but longing and lust! He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me back. We didn't have much time. I leaned back as he pummeled me and said into his ear. "Aren't I better than my daughter? Hmmmm? Wouldn't you rather have me instead of Jenny?" He looked into my eyes and I directed his gaze down to our private parts, conjoined and fucking illicitly and in church! "Yes! I want you instead!" he said giving me what I.