Stinky cave bastards tend to burn things down, I'd discovered. That's probably because caves don't burn. Thus, it made sense to me to start building o...ur houses out of brick to reduce the impact of fires.Meanwhile Julie pressed me hard to start up the Sunday services again. So we got a new god platform built after a couple of weeks and the crew built me a new throne. After a bit more pushing from Julie, I went back to delivering my sermons. Now here's the weird thing. The cave folks were damned. He walked inside the kitchen and sat there to have a beer.Eric kept pounding my wife’s cunt from below, as she moved back and forth onto his cock. He lasted for more than twenty minutes.When I saw Ana sat up straight I knew he was pumping his balls into her body. She cooed as he came inside her. When he was done, my sensual wife stood up pulling his soft cock from her. She glanced around as if she was looking for me and told the guys she needed to go inside the house.I then ran around and came. As we waited on the pasta to boil, I opened the wine and we had a glass. We had our dinner in the front room so we could watch the game. As we waited for the game to start we talked about our lives, what we did and what we liked other than Steeler football. I felt at ease with Sara and realized I could like her a lot more than just a friend. I knew I had to watch out as she was already in a relationship and at the most, I was just a fling or maybe just a mistake. I couldn’t stand it, I had to. There was no doubt in her mind. It was "Yes!"An unequivocal, definite yes!Renee stared at Fran with new fear in her eyes. Fran belonged now and the blonde girl couldn't help any longer. It was up to her. For both their sakes. Only... She was scared. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she didn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on.