There were several different magazines that worked out of the large office, all owned by the same company. James Shepard was the editor-in-chief for a...l of them. The modern age had seen the death of so many traditional forms of print media that publishers who hadn’t been devoured were doing everything they could do stay afloat. That was why they all shared an office and contracted to a printing company to produce their magazines. Something big was going down, otherwise all of them wouldn’t have. Those things interfere with being a wife and mother and that is the onlything you want to be from now on." Yes, it is," she beamed.And sister Madeline is who you should listen to when you think of howyou should behave as a wife from now on." I like Madeline," she said."When your husband returns you should make faith part of your marriageas well. You'll talk to him about that won't you?" I will," she said in a faint hollow response."I have to go now Jenny, but I'm sure that you want to use the. ..”My head swam suddenly, the room spinning, and with a start I noticed a droplet of green venom leak from one of the bite marks. What the fuck, had she poisoned me? Why would ... she...She huffed from above, laughing at me as my face began to burn and a strange heat coursed through my veins. I would be dead right now if she had delivered a fatal dose, so what was this? Why did I feel like my fingertips were tingling? Why was I so fucking hard? My throbbing erection pressed almost painfully. Bernie's 10" cock throbbed synchronously with my father's 8inches. The gray hairs on Bernie's chest and pubic area meshed with myfather's. He lay atop him, kissing him deeply, his cock lying sandwichedbetween their bellies, my father's cock, on the other hand, protruding frombetween Bernie's legs, mounting the slit in Bernie's ass as if seeking anentrance into the warmth of Bernie's hot hole. They loved this way for along time. My father broke the silence and said, "Let's sixty nine.".