I'm scared of the girl and I haven't even met her!" she said seriously."I am too and I've met her several times" I replied with a straight face.She gi...gled quietly and said "I might have to let that slip out." So, what time is it?" I asked her.She looked at her watch and replied "It's just after seven. Do you know where we are?"I looked at the window but couldn't tell so I answered with "I'm not sure, but we're still in the States so getting back at noon doesn't seem realistic unless we're real. The essential premise is simple. All three major religions are based on deceit. Jesus, Moses and Mohammed were all frauds. Pretty simple, even for someone like you, to comprehend." What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" asked Mercy. She noticed that Stupor Mundi was now a little taller than she was. As Boadie, she was used to looming over everyone, but Mercy Wild could not have been much more than five feet tall."A power slut, to put it mildly," answered the Crimson King. "If you noticed, too,. Over and over, my cock disappeared into his mouth and then reappeared as he moved his head away from me. I automatically put my hands on his head, but tried not to force the motion, which was about as intense as I could take in any case. I felt my cum starting to rise, and my balls began contracting, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. “I’m gonna come!” I warned him, but he ignored me. He clearly wanted me to come in his mouth. So when I felt the final surge beginning, and my cock began to. Once he was out of sight she sighed and slumped a little, raising her coffee to stare into the black steaming liquid. She saw herself looking back, the coffee giving her reflection a skin tone, not unlike the warm chocolatey glow of Skys. How long had it been, she wondered, since she had been on a date. She remembered it then, it had been a woman, a delicate blonde girl, slender and fine, concerned about her growing weight despite the fact she had been too skinny to be healthy. Andrea had.