It’ll feel even better when I plough it into that tight arse of yours.” He picked up his pace, pre-cum glistening on the tip. His eyes on me, min... on his dick. He’s close, I watch as his balls pull up looking heavy. He moved closer, still hammering away at himself. He stroked my cheek and looked at the pleading in in my eyes for him to fuck me. He grabbed the back of my neck and shot his load; the first stream of cum reached my tits, the second my stomach. He let out a pleasured sigh. “That’s. I granted the wishes of the wealthy, and they almost always wanted more wealth. Though it obviously would do them no good on their deathbed.I received many useless requests though the centuries that followed.The most intriguing wish that some of them requested, was to repeat a part of their lives. Many times, it was only to change the choices that brought them to their deathbeds. Some requested a week, some for a month, and some, years. As the years passed, the wishes become more creative. One. The reporter kept insisting that he had a good source who had told him about a racially motivated attack that had happened during lunch.Ansel had walked away from school that day pretty disturbed that someone was trying to create racial incident at his school. It was all pure fiction.Martin Phillips and Franklin Jones stood at the window of the apartment overlooking the front steps of the church. Attendance at the church had been falling off for a while and Reverend Hill was getting desperate.. "I'm in a heat for you."Her fingers scrabbled at Laura's jeans, unzipping them quickly too. Laura skimmed them and her panties off her legs. Kendra's hand found her wet crotch. She slid two fingers up into Laura's juicy wet cunt."Unh!" Laura gasped.They fell on the bed, each second more consumed by sexual need, devouring each other. Laura sucked and squeezed Kendra's hard, round breasts hungrily, then lay on her back as Kendra rolled her over and assaulted Laura's own breasts, sucking Laura's.