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My head felt quiet, my musings went unanswered, my soul was missing some crucial piece. Angela and I had shared every thought, emotion and sensation from two perspectives. It had been more than intimacy; it had been coexistence, and now that she was gone, I felt hollow. My mind had been freed, but it also had been emptied. Since I was liberated, Mom and I had no reason to stay with Willowbud, but we didn’t leave. We had a litany of excuses as to why; our big duty to Brandon, helping Astrid with her (now almost totally forgotten) mission to rescue Willowbud from Corruption, and Mom’s blossoming fighting career, but we both knew the real reason we stayed. The sex was too good. No one fucked quite like a god, and here were two of them residing in the busiest brothel of the largest city in the world; it was like succubus heaven, so what were we to do? We just ignored the devil that lurked within Willowbud’s mind, hoping that the silent sixth member of our family would remain sedated with Brandon’s affection. “Willowbud,” Brandon’s voice whispered, his eyes still closed, “are you awake?” “I can tell you are.” Willowbud smiled sleepily, shimmying her hips into her lover’s crotch. “It’s Tuesday.” “Do you have to?” she groaned, trying anal to dissuade Brandon by grinding her ass deeper. “You can come with if you want.” “I liked that cunt better when there was a hole in her chest.” Willowbud grumbled, “When you reach a similar sentiment, I’ll gladly come along, and we’ll make a date of it.” “I can only give the shared miracle of life, to take what has been bestowed-” “Don’t start that shit again!” Willowbud growled as Brandon chuckled, “Fuck the Creator’s Codes, and fuck blonde mature Gloria for teaching them to you! You and Astrid should run along to Iona where they paddle your ass for using the wrong fork, then see how a life codes suits you.” “You don’t need an excuse to paddle my ass, Mistress.” Astrid groaned sleepily, rolling on her back and revealing a body I wouldn’t have recognized two weeks ago. Her braided, blonde hair was shorn near to the scalp on the sides, her nipples and labia were pierced, and her skin was a canvas of dark ink. She had protested greatly over the first tattoo, the one written across her lower back that read, ‘Mistress’s Entrance’ with an arrow pointing downward. The other tits twenty, she’d gotten on her own. It seemed that once Astrid broke an oath (or was forced to), she went full-bore, and now she was covered from foot to chin amateur in a display of artistry that contoured to her every curve, leaving only her face, breasts and butt bare. Her physical metamorphosis reflected her spiritual change, which had been like watching an angel fall. It was a privilege to witness her descent. “I’ll tell you what,” Brandon purred into his girlfriend’s ear, pulling her white hair behind an ivory, ram-like horn, “if you let me in back here, I’ll skip today’s lesson.” “Hmm, tempting,” Willowbud smiled impishly, her green irises cornering her black sclera, “but no. It was tough walking because when the egg vibrated, her cunt exploded and her fluids poured down her legs and soaked her shoes. She said clearly, and the room was dead silent so everyone heard, “They’ve put tacks on your chair.” None of this is guaranteed to work 100%, but if you pay attention, it’s often relatively easy to pick up on her feelings about the relationship between the two of you. But maybe Cindy didn't want her virginity saved! I would have been furious if he had cum at that point but luckily he was able to hold off. We headed to the address I gave them, few miles from here. A pile of discarded clothes, scintillating with tiny ice crystals. She thought about it going into her. Her best years were behind her and while she was a superb cook, she really made for terrible girlfriend or wife material in a normal relationship. She pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one big smooth yank, plopped her butt down on the toilet seat, leaned over and placed her elbows on her knees, and the urine immediately started spraying into the toilet bowl underneath her. I’ll see you tomorrow, good night Jake” She walked forward, using the phrase whenever any of them looked towards blonde her. I said and let Aunt anal Sheen kiss my lips. Dripping wet one might say.” Then he broke into a big grin. "What ever feels right of course, we have a fitting room." she offered. One of Diane’s crew asked, “Sir, where are we going?” I wanted to pump my fists with amateur this achievement. Madre wrapped her arms around the back of Bloodhound's neck, her shaded eyes gazed longingly tits into the slits of her powerful mate's mask, as if looking directly into his soul. When they finally stopped, they stood on the floor of the pool with water up to their chins but the water was so clear we could get a fairly good look at their gorgeous titties, which in turn caused our cocks to rise to full attention. “Don't do that?” I moaned as my dick swelled. I moved around to her side, admiring her breasts again as I did. "You... you're not mad?" Because Steve had changed me just enough so I would. This week, I was chosen for the Program. “Come on, Ali! "I'm moving on, finally. I ask if she wants to go in. She says, "okay" warily, but she doesn't think about it too long either. That was my mature mother I was smelling. Going through some of the profiles of some of the people here now, I read some comments such as… “She’s fucking single!’ or “She's a regular at Patty’s pub down the street”.