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“Diamond thinks the Holy Mother homemade wasn’t just some lady.” Angela answered, “She thinks the Holy Mother was a amateur god just like the Creators; maybe the first Creator herself. Not omnipotent like it says in the bible, but limitlessly powerful. She bound with Satan, and she created the Earth Former, Life Giver, and Heat Bringer.” “And what, the Creator gene is just a dormant trait passed through the generations?” Lucilla scoffed, “That’s it? That’s the secret to the Creators? Where do they get their power from then, huh?” “Diamond thinks there’s a connection between the Holy Mother, Creators, and the astral plane.” Angela shrugged, “Maybe they pull it from there.” “That makes sense.” I nodded. I liked that theory a lot. Not just because it came from Diamond, but because it threw away all the religious magic of the Maternal Path, and offered a rational explanation. There was no ‘God’ and there was no ‘afterlife,’ unless you counted being Sentient indian or tethered. But soon after, indian the whole story of her and the scumbag ex-husband homemade John came out, soon I was wiping away her tears as the club's music played in the background, letting her sob and cry her pain away silently in peace. “Eh right.” He waved it off. For the next hour, the line of inquiry from the members meandered like a lazy river all over the map. “Please, please, breed me.” “Too fast?” I asked, a bit disappointed. Are you going to fuck me, now daddy?” Julie asked, still horny are ready for a good fuck. “Well, why don’t the two of you join us for dinner?”, Disha asked her. Nobody had touched her bare tits before, and here she was offering them to the neighbourhood pervert. The pleasure surged like a tidal wave through my body. "Well, I just wanted to see my beautiful wife before I got dressed and headed out," I told her. The voice got louder and louder until it was at a roaring level. I handed him the phone as the other end started ringing. We can do it next time. She’s completely naked only leaving on her back tie around her neck and her shiny butt plug in her ass. That made all of them laugh. “Dylan broke my heart tonight!” she said sobbing in my arms. Donna left. Go ahead, baby, suck those tits and mark them up! She quickly spun around, secretly disappointed he was cumming so quick but figuring he might as well get the most out of it. Every time I’m within arm’s reach of you, my cock gets hard. Her dad didn’t look up from his newspaper. “That was fun; how about something slightly different this time; back on the table Tanya.” He hated his mother, too. I gasped at the first blast of her futa-cum into my snatch. I amateur must have looked like I was having some sort of epileptic fit as the spasms and convulsions racked my body and my moaning made a few people look at me. “Ok, sweet cheeks, let’s get going. He lifted it up over my head and ran his hands over my bare stomach. I asked, "This is hardly the place."