I pressed a little closer against her and raised my knees up slightly with my legs apart. My skirt slid downward and barely covered my dripping pussy....My legs were smooth and bare and I could see she was looking towards them.Karen said nervously, “I’m hungry” and started to make her favorite donut ice cream sandwich. I only had an appetite to taste her pussy. We watched as the two women on screen kissed deeply and passionately, grinding their pussies and moaning.I imagined it was Karen and me. " She said defensively."Fine, fine. Whatever." He huffed back."What are you doing here anyway, twerp?" Aphrodite asked finally."Uh! Ah! Its gramp's Zeus," he conceded. "He thinks I've been hangin' around uncle Ares to much. He says that I should play nice with my mortals. Yada! Yada! Yada!" He finished explaining, glaring upwards while mimicking with his hand. "So he sent me here to get some pointers from you." Really!" The Love Goddess squealed in delight."Yeah, yeah! So what are ya doin'. ..”“Mood lighting,” father and son intoned together.Henry was soon cutting the plywood scrap piece, and then other bits of wood, to make a solid door in the shape of a squiggly Valentine heart. After that he installed a window around the point, about a third of the way up the heart. The door was nearly two feet wide here. The window extended a foot on both sides and six inches in front of and behind the door. A sliding fixture insured that there was never an actual hole in the floor.“The LED. Lindeman’s face was red and the veins in his neck were bulging. Civility and control were deserting him like it always did when his power and wealth were threatened. ‘I want these fuckers dead, Blaxland,’ he shouted. ‘I don’t give a fuck what information may be out there, I want them dead. We’ll deal with the fallout later. Dead. Do you hear me?’ Fallout? Blaxland nodded. ‘Yes, sir. I hear you. Hard not to.’ Lindeman narrowed his eyes and stared at him. The silver-haired man held his gaze, his.