" Of course, Foam-arisen one," replied Geeta immediately, using the anglicized version of 'Aphrodite'. By now Geeta had been around the goddess enough...that she could engage in humour of this sort, but of course she had to be careful, and she knelt as she replied to the goddess, tempering with a demonstration of respect her amusing reply to the goddess's equally amusing remark. The patrons at the other tables observed this exchange without understanding it, of course. But somehow it did not seem. "You getting a cab home?" asked Jen"Yes, I was beginning to think of calling one soon," I replied."Can we share, I live in the same direction," asked Jen. Telling her it was no problem, and feeling quite chivalrous, I got my phone out and dialed a local cab firm. To my surprise they said one could be with me in ten minutes."Best get your coat" I said to Jen "They will be here in ten minutes." We finished our drinks, and said good night to the rest of the group, who let us know they were leaving. It was just too much pain. My virgin hole was throbbing with pain and he was growing frustrated. “Let’s try a different position” he suggested as he rolled me over onto my back got off the bed and pulled me to the edge. He was now standing and my feet were resting on his chest. I wanted him to penetrate me, I wanted him inside me. “Let’s try again” he said as he added more lubrication to his massive cock. “Just be gentle, ok?” I pleaded. “I will, I don’t want to hurt you.” He replied. . How could that be? She was sure she had heard the unmistakable sound of horses hooves. Nothing. It was nothing she thought, riding the elevator up to her floor. What the hell was going on with her imagination? If she didnt know better, shed swear she had too much to drink. Right now though, that sounded like a good idea. Entering her apartment, she went straight to the cupboard and got out her bottle of Jim Beam. She poured a couple of inches into a glass and took a moment to savor its.