A “Nordic-Atlantean” or “Aryan-Nordic” master race of humans that supposedly inhabited it back then. Think Conan the Barbarian, Arnold Schwarz...negger big for men, or Kate Upton beautiful for women. I mean maybe it’s a Stereotypical Jung Archetypes thing? Of course Jung called them Primordial Images in the racial subconscious mind gestalt. Something he said that was written on our very genes and passed down through our very DNA to the present.Anyway the Twins said that the Hyperborean High. She had enjoyed the past week but had never been overwhelmed like now. How was that possible? The potion was not supposed to wear off until later today.Between her gasps and pants, as her hips wildly gyrated, trying to screw more cock into her, Diana finally heard Alexander trying to say something."Today is the eighth day you stupid slut Amazon. Today you disobey your Queen's orders and take cock freely past the deadline." NO!! How is this possible?" Her brain screamed at her that it was true.. “Oh? No loss huh? I think you haven’t seen yourself erect in so long you forgot how big it usually looks.” she flatly said. She turned around and picked up a wooden ruler off the counter and put it on top of my dick. I couldn’t believe the number I stopped at, I just couldn’t. “Remember when I got you this smaller cage and you told me it would ‘barely’ make you shrink? Five inches doesn’t seem like ‘barely’ to me!” I was in shock myself at seeing this. “I’m betting it’s nowhere near as thick. “Tea or a beer?” she asked, looking over at me.“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I replied.She pulled out a six pack from the refrigerator and sat it on the countertop. She pulled a can from the plastic that held the pack together and popped the top as she walked in my direction.“You can get more comfortable,” she remarked as she approached where I was seated, extending her arm and handing me the beer. I was eye level with her shaved koochie. “You don’t have to get naked,” she said, handing.