” I looked at his eyes again, swirling and shifting in his head. “Are you…you’re a god?” “Darn, did the eyes give me away. Happens every t...ime,’ he said, with a sarcastic smirk. ‘Yes, I’m a God. I’m surprised you know that much about us. You people are so ignorant of the world and confident of your own beliefs these days. Why should you even bother knowing of the past and of those who came before you. Still your limited knowledge gives me something to work with.” “But that’s just mythology, it. There were evenings when he would have his cronies round to play poker and mum would be forced to serve them beer wearing nothing but stockings and if he lost more money than he had, mum had to pay his debts in kind.I watched many times through the partially open door as men unloaded themselves in her mouth, mum knew I watched too but never said a word about it to dad, towards the end she deliberately left the door open and I watched as she rode one of his mates or clung to their thrusting hips. I pointed to my hard cock in her mouth. “I want this in that.” I pointed to her pussy. “What! Are you crazy, are you not enjoying yourself baby. Shoot it in my mouth. My pussy is for my husband. It is his sweetie.” She said in her accent. I motion again at my wet cock in her mouth. She slowly got up and I motion for her to face the bed and arch her back.I stepped out of my wet boxers, salvia and spit from her mouth dripped off my cock onto my boxers on the floor. I rubbed my cock on her ripped. ” She chuckled at her last sentence.“I understand and feel the same way,” I told Ginger.Ginger kissed me some more and those kisses morphed into me sucking on her breasts, her trying to suck my insides out through my cock, and those activities nicely segued into the two of us spending a long time making love on the sofa in the media room. To add a little spice to our encounter, we started one of Jillian’s videos on the large TV while we made love.I left the next Monday afternoon for the west.