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I was still swallowing and savouring as she joined me on the floor, out tongues duelled and licked. I gasped as I felt her fingers gripping my shaft through the wet nylon of her panties. She pushed me back and took me into her mouth, panties and all, I just lay there and watched as she sucked her own pee out of the sodden garment, she then eased the panties off me as I arched upwards."Ooh yes," she hissed as she took a testicle into her mouth and slavered over it."Do it, Terry, wank yourself for me."I felt her tongue probing at my anus, she pulled my cheeks apart and probed deeper, her tongue slipped inside, and I erupted sending long streams of spunk up over my stomach and even as far as my chest!But mum hadn't finished yet, far from it, we took a drink out into the garden, me naked and mum just in her stockings and suspender belt. Thanks to her tender ministrations I was hard and ready to go again in less than half an hour, it was a first for both of us, and I think we were as. "/"Please let her say yes when I make a move on her." Please let me be able to get him to use a condom. "/"Please let me be able to fuck her without a condom." Please don't let me be pregnant."/"Please let her be pregnant." Please let me be able to get him to go down on me."/"Please let me be able to get her to give me a blow job."Aphrodite had been so happy when the new software arrived, especially when she saw who delivered it, a hunky demigod driving a big orange and blue Gods Ex, (not "Gods' Sex" -- get a grip, girl) chariot. The young driver went away knowing just HOW grateful the goddess was for his "service. " And when Heph had installed it for her, she spent more than two nights thanking him. And now this!The alarm seemed to increase in volume as she sat down and hit the kill switch.Merciful silence!Quickly Aphrodite clicked on the diagnostics icon to see what could have gone wrong. Glancing at the control screen, she saw it going crazy with wild hieroglyphics. If this was.
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