Looking around your old retirement home, you briefly consider ending this journey and settling down in your own world, and yet... the Being remained a...fixture within your mind which stubbornly remained impossible to ignore. You? A Celestial? Could you truly become a God? It then dawned upon you... that this encounter will never leave you alone for the rest of your existence. It was an infuriating "what-if" that you couldn't just toss aside. A decision made, you turn towards your Celestial Guide. I did belive him of course thinking it was all just an act. We went over to ICQ and chatted privatly for awhile before the subject turned to sex. I was quite good at talking about it from a girls point of view. I guess it was because of all the porn mags I had read with women's letters in. As we were talking I found myself beggining to get turned on. I actually wanted to cyber with this guy. Part of me was disgusted with myself, despite the fact I found it a turn on pretending to be a. ”Although he concluded this speech with a slight smile I could see that smiling was not one of his major accomplishments. He was a craggy, severe, and solitary individual, as I suppose all ship captains need to be.His crew were well trained, at least to my landlubber’s eye, and in fact I was in awe of their skill as they sailed the ship through what I thought to be terrible gales and mountainous seas. However, they seemed to take it as no more than the usual weather met in the Atlantic at this. Hearing her speak in such a manner had been a huge turn on, and seeing Terry thrust up into our nasty little girl only made me hotter. Terry smacked his hand against her plump ass, and she yelped, bucking even harder against him. "You love it when daddy spanks your ass, huh little slut?" Terry said through his teeth. Did he just say that— I felt my knees buckling. I reached for my cunt, smoothing my fingers over my clit while Terry spanked and talked dirty to Yolanda, making our.