“Why do you say that?”“My work is almost done,” John replied. His delivery of that statement was flat and unemotional. There was no arguing wi...h him about that point.Ed said, “Even if your work is done, that doesn’t mean that you will die.”Laughing, John replied, “Nature doesn’t keep useless things around.”Leroy suggested, “Your work may change once again.”William had not listened to the rest of the conversation. He was trying to work out an answer. He nodded and said, “I shall ask my grandson,. 'You girls are beauties', he struggled to get the words out, but I fully understood his meaning, he had two prized Virgins in his room and no parents to supervise him or us, 'Get naked', and as he said it, he opened and dropped his dressing gown to the floor, revealing himself much larger than I could remember him cumming into my eye last year.I walked across to him, touching his massively fat stomach then his large cock, gripping it vice-like in my small hand, 'This is bigger than I remember',. We should argue sometimes. Arguing is real.”Score one for Jack, he’d managed to surprise the five-hundred-year-old Daeva.“You wish to argue more?”“I want a relationship where we can feel comfortable arguing. Little things, serious things. I want you to be comfortable knowing I’m not going to abandon this relationship just because we aren’t perfectly in agreement about everything all the time.” He looked down and squirmed a little. “I’d ask you to marry me, you know? If it made sense for us.. Speaking of erect, I gasped in awe and wonderment as this lean, hard-bodied Aryan quickly disrobed, revealing a big, fat, stiff cock that would make a woman three times my age want to kneel and worship it.I played my assigned role: "NO! PLEASE! STOP! I'M A VIRGIN!" Not anymore," he grunted as he grabbed and spread my thighs. Without any teasing, petting or foreplay whatsoever, he bruttally took my innocence from me, ramming his beautiful cock into me, sinking it to the hilt. I could feel the.