My role in life. Home. Family. These are what I do, what I know.“It’s no accident that my favorite deity is Hestia, or as the Romans called her, V...esta. Goddess of hearth and home. I pray to her a lot, along with Mother Gaia, Kubaba Cybele, the Cappadocian Goddess Ma, Hecate, Isis, and Dann or Dana. Brigid as well. Demeter, also known as Ceres, from whose Latin name the word cereal is coined.“Yes, I’ve come a long way since my Jesus Freak days. Our church incorporates a very eclectic combination. . I just didn't dare... but now, I cannot escape it any longer, I guess?" Right! But maybe before we start the final caning, we should see after your butt..." - with that, I got behind her again and rubbed her ass cheeks, more roughly this time. The had gotten pretty red and raw by now, but surely could take some more spanking, this in the shape of caning with the flexible plastic 'cane'. And I had another look at her pussy: again, it was dripping wet. I started to fondle around it with my. These are my feelings -- my mixed emotions -- both for her, and about finally going 'all the way' with her:I thought of you today after the lovely lunch we sharedThe way you looked, and all the things you saidWhen you urged me yet again to take our friendship all the wayAnd share the scintillating splendor of two women together in bed.We've been friends for so long, and yet I never knewThis side of you, that you've finally let me see:Your appetite for carnal knowledge of women who like. She softly wrapped herself around him, leathers and all. Kissing him, she unzipped his jacket and unfastened the chaps. The need to touch and kiss all of him began to increase exponentially. As if by magic they were laying in front of the fireplace, pillows and a quilt around them. They pulled off each others shirts and touched and kissed every inch of skin as it was uncovered. Her hand kept reaching for his jeans zipper but he held himself away. He captured her hands in one of his and slid the.