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The only person missing, was the one I’d doggystyle been closest to; the black one who used to live in my head. Once Willowbud pov learned what Angela was, she could see the Life Giver’s ethereal sister through Corruption’s eyes, and it was not a sight she could bear. To Willowbud, Angela represented her only competition for Brandon, so, in exchange for my freedom, Brandon had tearfully exiled Angela from our makeshift family. It was like a part of me had been ripped out. My head felt quiet, my musings went unanswered, my soul was missing some crucial piece. Angela and cum 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 duty to Brandon, helping Astrid with her (now tits 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 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 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 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 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. That deal stands as it is. You only get to fuck my ass, if I get to fuck yours.” “Are you sure you want to go down that path?” Brandon chuckled, “What if it awakens something in me? What if I realize that I’ve been batting from the wrong side of the plate this whole time?” “It’s a feminine penis.” “That’s an oxymoron.” “You’re an oxymoron.” “I didn’t know I was dating a fourth grader.” Brandon smiled, connecting eyes with Willowbud as she craned her neck. He sighed, worked his jaw a little, and then said, “Fine, but it never leaves this room.” “You serious?” Willowbud asked, eyebrow raised. I went into Bob’s office and stood alongside Bill. It was incredible to feel. Then she groaned, “Oh, yes, James, that's good!” Jill reached into her pocket and pulled out one of her business cards. Phoebe too was moaning as she thrusted her body off and back onto the bed. A couple of hours later I woke again and put a robe on. He walked over and grabbed the right arm and leg of the blonde. Then she asked if he remembered doggystyle how to care for people. My snatch gripped his shaft. He grunted into my boobs, his hands squeezing my tits. Sluts don't deserve tits clothes." It had been about month of constant extreme milk production since she'd hit her peak, with her body was only getting better at enduring it each day. I saw Patricia and said hello and I just got to play with and suck on your breasts, do you mind. After a while, she continued “You know before you came along none of us knew much about sex, maybe Mary knew more from the girlie chats they have at her school. So many of them are in tired, stale marriages. “Hmmm;” Ryan said, “How about you spread your legs as far as you can then we’ll hold them and lower you down.” “No, not there please I’ll do anything but not that” Sandra pleaded. I need this.” Has any girl done that for you before?” I screamed a little into the tape. Just before Jon went to work the next pov morning he told me to cover my front with suntan lotion and to cum go and make myself comfortable black on the scaffolding frame. Then -- all too soon -- it was over, and her body had no more urine left to offer. “I'm glad you're getting along.