“I’d rather be doing squats until my legs give out.” I hissed, and left Brandon to stew over that, hoping vainly that he was as sexually frustrated as I was. I gave him ample time to call me back into the room, but he never did, and god, did only make me need him more. JUSTINA Now that my work organizing King Yandon’s doctors was completed, I’d finally stolen some time to work on creampie helping Diamond with her upcoming Sentient meeting. Angela and I sat on the bed teens of my new bedroom, a secluded branch of Brandon’s Great Maple. The cavernous room had curved walls of ebony wood, lit by green bioluminescence. “Do you think Brandon would like my hair like this?” Angela pulled Diamond’s curly hair behind her pointed ears, “Or like this?” Angela pulled her hair into pigtails. “I think Brandon would prefer that his sister wasn’t stuck in the Heat Bringer’s daughter.” I sighed, “Now get back to work. What does Ancient Spirits of the Astral Plane say about Sorrow?” “That she’s sad.” Angela replied curtly, “I think Brandon would like my hair like this,” she put her hair in pigtails, “so he has japanese something to grab onto.” I sometimes forgot that Angela had physically died at the age of ten, and though she had matured spiritually, getting a body of her own must’ve been an incredible shock to her system. She had gone from a child, to a hormone-fueled teenager without any growth in between, and she had no hope of controlling the new urges. “Look at this.” I said, turning my book around so that she could see it, “There are five documented cases of mass suicides, each exactly a millennium apart. Our records goes back ten-thousand years prior to the first recorded case, but there are no recorded mass-suicides of this magnitude before then. That would mean that Sorrow isn’t nearly as old as we think she is!” “But if she returns cyclically, asian then who is her Life Giver?” Angela asked, “Five-thousand years ago puts her eight-hundred years before Ray Dawnbark, but more than two-thousand years after Rayson. That doesn’t make any sense.” “No…” I conceded, biting my lip in contemplation, “but if she does return cyclically, then we can take her one-thousand-year partition, and extrapolate it back until it lines up with a Life Giver. The Creators don’t appear on a perfect cycle, so it should be really easy to find out which Life Giver made Sorrow. Obviously not Trenok, not Dawnbark, not Rayson, not Barchotti, not Ofan… shit, we’re out of Life Givers.” “So, she is really old.” Angela sighed, “She just did her mass-suicides where history didn’t record it. Once again, we are limited by our books.” “Sorry, Diamond.” I muttered. “Well, should we tell her what we found?” Angela asked, unbuttoning her fly. “We didn’t find jack shit.” I grumbled, feeling incredibly useless. I had spoken a grand total of two-hundred words to Diamond, but the things we had said with just our eyes could’ve filled a library. I didn’t know if it was love, but the idea of what it could be was driving me insane, and the idea that it might be lost was cum torturing me. I ground my teeth in frustration, and felt a single tear form at the corner of my eye. “Hey,” Angela said consolingly, putting an arm around my shoulders, “just remember that whenever you’re feeling bad, you can always suck my dick.” “You’re such a good friend.” I laughed, brushing the tear away before it fell. “I… asian I’m sorry baby… Just relax… Okay…? Absolutely no change was noted. You'll have to speak up." Irritated, I crawl as slowly and seductively as I can until I get between his legs, and his hard cock, now looking MUCH bigger, is staring me in the face. Then she reached down and started rubbing my sack. “A-Adam.” I timidly answered. Scattered out creampie buildings, old cars and farm equipment, and a row of dormant poplar trees stood in defiance of the drifting snow. I begin to move up her thigh, kissing as she sits down and enjoys her smoke. There are always two sides to everything, he thought. "I love you too!" he said placing his arms japanese around her and pulling her closer. Her pussy was getting wetter thinking about the possibilities... “I still can't believe I was able to suck you in my mouth before.” Now, let me sleep for few hours. you came on to me? I know. And . . . "Come here Jeff," Annette said. I gave in to the desires of the flesh," Father Marcus says. Is it because cum you like it?" Silly girl, she thought. Reaching out I asked if I could touch her legs. Lucy closed her eyes but was still aware that Connie had walked away. It's just above average I'll have you know. The only research I had was late night movies teens on Showtime or HBO… and I always felt that was just really bad acting. She looked so depraved. Lizzy also told me that she’d made herself cum one more time while I was getting the coffees. I put my elbows above Faith's shoulder and make a fist to push against the headboard so that we don't get our heads slammed into the headboard as my wife fucks us senceless.