‘I’ll have to think about it,’ she finally said. * * * * * Thursday morning, the clubhouse attendant gave a Zeke a note to call Jean Asbury. ‘...Who’s Jean Asbury?’ he asked him. ‘She’s in charge of the fan club here,’ he explained. ‘She’s also in charge of finding you guys places to live this summer.’ Zeke’s eyes widened. He had been a bit worried about his housing. He hadn’t heard anything from his manager since their initial talk. ‘Thanks,’ he said as he tucked the note into his pants pocket.. She walked back in the bathroom and undid her bra sliding it off down her arms. She then faced away from the mirror sliding her black panties all the way down her legs glancing back to see her tight trimmed pussy in the mirror. She climbed into the shower and let the warm water run over her. She slid her hands over her boobs realizing her nipple were now rock hard. As she continued down her body her hands grazed her pussy. She was wet, a lot wetter than she was expecting. Maybe she had only. Soon, Helen was vigorously thrusting the sleeping boys cock into her pussy. She looked down at his lips sealed around her throbbing tit as he sucked her while he slept. He reminded her of the times she had nursed him while he was a baby. Now, she fucked herself on his cock, buried fully in her cunt. She gasped for breath as she quickened her pace. She humped her pussy on his cock faster and faster. The squishing sounds filled her ears as she drew herself up and down the length of his. ”“Well,” Monica said, putting her brain into gear, “Diana was a Roman goddess – the ‘huntress’. But the only Sybille I can think of is a ‘Cybele’, who had a daughter named ‘Nicaea’. Nicaea was only half-mortal because her father was a river god, but there was this guy – a shepherd named Hymnus who pestered her so ardently that she shot him with an arrow. But that was long before Roman times.”“An arrow!” Jake exclaimed. “Of course! That’s what was sticking out of Hymi’s chest! It was an arrow!.