It's time to get naked. With my clothes off, I bend over. Usually I have to coerce dogs to mount me, but Storm's last owner must have been a gigantic ...og fucker. He mounts me immediately. His paws are wrapped around my waist and I feel his furry hips thrusting against me. His cock doesn't stab my ass cheeks a few times like most dogs, it just slides right in. When it does he's right at it. Eight inches slides in and out repeatedly, he tries to put the knot in, but I won't let it. It eventually. And God drank the beer and it was good.And the Lord God grimaced and an enchanted gust of wind blew forth from him. And the Fart blew the waters of the earth together unto one place, leaving dry land for God to rest his beer on. (Incidentally, a less well known consequence of this holy hurricane was that it caused Lucifer, God's favorite angel, to quit his post as God's errand boy, and flee as far from Heaven as possible.)And God said, Let the Earth bring forth trees bearing fruit, plants. The coffee pod business had started slowly, but was gaining momentum. The number of machines being sold to the public had continued to increase, especially around Christmas time. It would appear we had another winner. Leo was generous with both his praise and the bonuses handed out to the staff."We should phone home and see how the kids are doing," Fiona suggested."Do you think we might disturb them in the middle of something?" I snickered.That got me a punch on the arm."Hi Tina," Fiona said as. .. boobs ... are soft and ... nice...” Ceaith trailed off, her eyes going unfocused.“Ladies!” I said, mock severe, putting my hands on my hips. “Please! No fighting in the throne room!”The two of my wives glared at me. I was saved from their verbal – and possibly physical – mauling by the doors to the throne room banging open. That sound brought in with it the nearly delirious sounds of the citizenry of Ari-La-Lasha celebrating the return of the Unconquered and the defeat of their Regency.