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Maybe I knew then that corruption would be the end of power, and therefore, the end of society. For it was at this time that I began to have my doubts.” “ Vitanimus and Joy worked tirelessly to progress society, and their brilliant minds accelerated its evolution. But with that progress, came the ills of it. For through the centuries, power had not faded from the astral winds, but intensified. And as Vitanimus and Joy slaved upon the scaffolding of life, so our parents became architects of death. Society divided violently, then blowjob divided again, and again. Civil war turned to just ‘war’ as people entrenched themselves in their differences. The races were defined, the classes were etched, and the borders were drawn. When the leaders came orgy to us, they no longer asked for the means of production, but the tools of destruction. They wanted swords, not plowshares; warhorses, not cattle; floods, not rivers. Vitanimus and Joy refused, horrified that our creators would ask us for such, but I did not refuse, for I saw the opportunity war could bring. But I could not act as I was, for old word would reach Vitanimus’s ear, and pussy I could not bear the thought of him knowing of my betrayal. So, I clothed myself in the darkness of my purpose, and set out into the night. I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and his cruelty renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curves were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal parts. “Greed?” I hissed at her. “Corruption?” Joy scoffed back. “Power.” Another teen voice said from the darkness, and Vitanimus stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his horns overgrown, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. If you wish to know why Satan is described as he is in the Maternal Path, the inspiration came from this moment. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose. “Why, Joy?” Vitanimus asked our daughter. “I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a great city, where great minds will flock to.” Joy answered smoothly, “And you, Father?” “I wish to create an empire with a singular, unifying will. A conqueror is needed to forge this for me.” Vitanimus answered, then turned to me, “And you, Petranumen?” “I desire as you do, Vitanimus, and you, Joy.” I answered, “I wish for the world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. "Too much?" "Mm..." Henry's cock was rock hard, and he looked down at Bea as she recovered from her intense orgasm. This was going teen to pussy be the start of something wonderful. She sits facing away from me as she pulls out her laptop. Jana laughed and said, “Shut up.” And with that, she moved backward, causing the last of her pee to hit him right in the face. But, with this and my old pre cum now leaking down to her stomach, her tongue that was cradling my balls was lengthening also to stick out of her mouth and move the tip to between my legs to my ass hole and into it. I know you have imagined me swallowing cum. You could easily find yourself in prison for ten years or more, just for that. “You so right.” Marcy agrees. • Addition I thought. Intimacy is deep affection like with kissing, hugging, romance, or sexual intercourse. “That was good. Since then I’ve usually had several lovers on the go, but I reached my peak during my military service being intimate with all six of my fleet bunk-mates at once. “I can’t wait.” Jonathan turned and walked back around the generator, whistling a little blowjob tune as he strolled. She was resting in his arms with her head on his shoulder and one arm around him. After just a minute she brought the cup from between her legs and poured the entire contents, golf ball and all, into her mouth. I pulled the blanket over us and held her close as she slid down a little and rested her head on my chest. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother’s turn was almost due. My cum sprayed down her throat while she convulsively gulped pulling my prick a little deeper. She still somehow felt that this was going to turn out to be a brothel or a strip club, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Pussy juices gleamed. I buried into her again. My tongue slid along the orgy intersection of her pussy and legs, moving up and down and slowly towards slit I could not see, but still knew exactly where it was. “There you are, Cassie. In no time, he was down to short stubble. I need them to be able to wear dress slacks, short-sleeved collared dress shirt, dress shoes, and a belt. I give her a hard face slap, meanwhile telling her: Don't scream at me, hooker!". I’ve never been that embarrassed in my whole life.” She said bluntly.