My dick was hard and it was uncomfortable. I kept on adjusting it and during one of those times, Vanessa turned around and saw me do it.She glanced ov...r at Clara. “Honey, your boyfriend has a hard-on.”There was a long silence. Vanessa must have realized what she had said was not okay because she blushed.“Oh, god, I’m so sorry. It must be the wine.”No shit, I thought. We had already polished off two bottles and I had that nice warm fuzzy feeling.“It’s okay, Mom. I have known for a while now that. To be clear, conversion to Michaelism means a guaranteed Rapture as well as a halo, am I right?” I asked the archangel while I came at last inside Orlando’s fine English ass and he spilled within Emma’s lovely tush.“That would be ... correct. I have here, incidentally, a list of intended prophets for Michaelism, so if you’d kindly leave them be for long enough for us to convert and recruit them, that would help as well. Face it, you want these people off Earth as much as Michael does. The more. .. and then to go backward moreand more, until you fit your head very deeply inside her vagina... at least deepenough that your shoulders pressed very strongly and bounced against her bigwide opening. She said she knew that by the facesitting and the way your armshad opened her so wide before, that it would be very easy for you to do this andbe 'perfectly safe'... as she wanted nothing bad to happen to you. "I want my'little pet' ok to use often, so I want nothing bad to happen to you and you. ”Kevin hugged me and thanked me; he was delighted that she would spend Christmas with them.“I can’t believe how lucky I am, not only to sleep with the most beautiful girl in the world; I also have her husband’s approval for her to stay with me as my wife.”“We both love how things are working bud,” I replied, “I know how much she loves you and loves being with you.”Kevin smiled, “She told you that she loves me? I love that and I love her as well.”“I would like to spend the night before Christmas.