Thus, with mercy, justice tempered,Wisdom punishes, your whimpered Anguish teaching you to not to scornThe portions which the gods have servedTo you i... giving dreams to youThat they grant to only a few,The chosen ones, for whom, they knew,Not all things are as they appear:To mortal eyes, the ways of godsMay seem ambiguous or odd,Which is why they want faith, not fear,For maybe ambiguity,Embodied in your enchantingForm and face, is their way to bringHumanity the eyes to seeThe beauty that. I remained friends with Stan after I divorced his sister although we rarely hung out any more. But one night I got together with him and a couple of friends and he joked about how one time he cross dressed at a Halloween Party at a gay bar and was the spitting image of his younger sister. Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to other things. There was no smoking allowed inside the house we were at so Stan and I went outside to smoke. While we were outside Stan suggested that he come. So good. I hear him moaning as he kisses me again, his tongue seeking the heat of my lips and mouth. I pull away from him. "Come on, sport. We have some playing to do." I get my crutch under my arm and take his hand away from my pussy. I feel the wetness from my own juices. Soon we're going out the door."Over there, my car's there." Not far. He's guiding me to the back passenger door. That's fine. After he opens it he helps me lie down on the seat.I spread my legs and he groans while he's. Unlike the last time or the time in my dream, she did not attempt to take all of my cock. She was satisfied with half, and so was I. She slurps and smacked on my cock while I fucked her pretty face. It was not long before I felt the tingle in my balls. I hesitated to tell her. I wanted to flood her pretty mouth with my cum, but she was my sister.“I am about to cum, Krista.”To my pleasant surprise, she didn’t stop. She seemed to pick up the pace. Her lips tighten around my shaft and I continued.