The days until her next lesson seemed to drag interminably and I eagerly looked forward to our next lesson with more than a little trepidation and, I ...reely admit, I masturbated several times whilst developing what she had done into an elaborate, erotic fantasy. It had been a long week with me focusing, surreptitiously, on the breasts of every young woman I had in the car, and comparing them to Lucy. When Thursday evening finally came around, I drove to Lucy's apartment with all the nervous. Yet other than the stories of their predictions I had yet heard anything but a various veg locations for their temple. Since I just had their existence proven by two different goddesses I now had to take the stories seriously. So after conducting the morning violation of the priestesses in the temple I would set out in search of the Oracles of Desperation Pass with the Wolf Scouts.--A week later I was sort of disappointed with Desperation Pass and I was having doubts about the existence of the. I said so. Scott, being a very conscientious man, stopped pushing. I was still unable to comfortably accommodate him, so he slowly pulled out. The moment his cock was gone, I wanted it again. He added more lube, both to his cock and my ass. We tried again.I honestly don’t remember how many times he had to pull out to add more lube, but in the end I really didn’t care. Probably one of the best feelings in my life was when his hips finally rested against my ass with his member firmly lodged. “Fucking A,” Mr. James chimed in, still working his cock in Tara’s pussy. “Oh my God,” Tara managed to say, her tongue still coated in my cumshot. I pulled her hair and made her look at me. “You liked that, didn’t you?” “Yes, daddy.” “You’re going to let my friend cum in your pussy, aren’t you?” She nodded. “And then we’re going to fuck you some more.” “Yes, please.” She sounded like she meant it. Mr. James was fucking away, but he said, “Make her eat it.” I nodded and pushed Tara’s face.