"Salmacis, the naiad who ruledThis pool, fell in love with the youth,And, though it shame her, 'tis the truth,Her lust was not cooled by her pool,And ...she sought to seduce the boy,He leaving her sorely distressedWhen he refused to get undressed,Denying a goddess her joy."Withdrawing, Salmacis concealedHerself behind a stand of trees,That she might watch him as she pleased,And, thus, her fate and his she sealed!"He doffed his clothes, to her displayedHis flawless flesh, his chiseled chest,His. "Okay, let's get this over with." All right, guys, Colonel Price and his men at the new CIDSI-HQ have been working all weekend to get ready for their new jobs. They are raring to go, so rather than Wednesday, we start transporting Mr. Murphy today. Joe, go ahead and park the e-cart we made the modifications to on Friday, at the front gate of the tunnel entrance. Also make sure the way is clear to move him without anyone being in the way."Joe, the guard, went off towards the tunnel, two flights. As I picked them up to put them on, my mom’s panties fell onto the floor. I grabbed and smelled them. I inhaled deeply; gawd her scent was intoxicating. I put them in my pocket and walked back into the kitchen. “Better. Now sit down and eat.” I was famished from last night and wolfed down my breakfast. I watched as my mom was finishing hers. Her robe as half open and her beautiful breasts were spilling out and jiggling as she ate. I could also see the lips of her pussy against her. The top of her head barely reached his sternum. She’d always felt small next to him, next to anyone, but now she felt smaller. Breakable. A doll. A puppet. His puppet.A firm but gentle touch was felt on her wrists and it was all she could do not to lean back into him. His hands were warm and she knew he had recently fed. When they moved to her waist, she gave into the temptation, biting back a soft whimper as her back met his taut stomach. He slid his arm around her small waist, pulling.