They were incredibly firm and her nipples got as hard as rocks. I loved the feel of them expanded in my mouth and Celine was going crazy from Rene lic...ing her. Celine soon started to scream through an orgasm and Rene didn't let up until Celine had reached an incredible high. Rene was covered in Celine's juices as she scooped it in her fingers before licking them clean."Celine said she was ready for me to fuck her brains out so I started toward the car to get a condom. Celine asked what I was. Imagining her working out, her pussy so so wet and creamy, fucking yummy. I snapped pics of the panties, all the dirty crotches and I smelled them as I felt my cock pushing against the material of my pants. Wishing I could fill and stretch Becky's tight pussy with my long thick cock. I would fucking pound her so hard. I pulled my cock free, stroking it only a few times, I got close too cumming, placing the material of her wet panties on my hard cock. I held back though, knowing my wife had to. You should read it right away. It's... well, you'll see."Watching her walk out the door that morning left me feeling empty and alone. When the door closed and silence filled the room, I gazed down at the dog-eared and well-read copy of 'Sweet Savage Love' she'd left behind.That night I poured my customary glass of brandy and sat in my chair as I studied the worn cover of the book. It was a typical Harlequin romance, or so it seemed. It was written by Rosemary Rodgers back in the 1970's and. This is important. You were, are, living representation of the person selected before time began to accept your role as the creator fulfilling our transition. You saved us, we deities, and we expressed that to you as you mostly shrugged it off as your duty. But one thing for sure. You did thoroughly love learning how to fuck.You had such curiosity about sex and the fact you were raised by three women of quite varying character was instrumental. But your training in strict parochial method drove.