He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. ...The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.The head monk said, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies. I could hear Mom grunting with the effort until, with a final wriggle of her tush, her asshole was completely empty of my spunk.Mom was peering at me upside down from between her legs. "Is that it, hon?"Holding the beaker up to the light, I nodded. "Yeah, Mom. I think so."In my hand was a full measuring beaker. Filled to the brim with my spunk. Spunk, that a moment ago, had been up her ass.*"We're not finished," I told her as she got off the bed and began to tug down her leather skirt. Her. No one's come back for a second try. No need, I suppose, it was just Victor's ruse." She laughed softly, "bet it pisses him off that I fucked up his plans for you." She glanced at Gene, saw the pain on his face, ran her hand along his jaw and through his hair. "Don't sweat it, Gene. We're doing what we can."He glanced out the window past her face, grunted, said, "sweating is the only thing I can do right now. Fucking desert. Fucking Victor."Lauren shook constantly as she stood in the narrow. I put my hand on top of his and moved it around some. I was soaked, the bed was soaked, there was my cum dripping down the wall, on the drapes and of course all over us.I got up and went to the kitchen for some water as I was desperately thirsty. After dinking my second glass I heard the shower start. While Mack showered I tried to clean up some but it was a good thing there was another bed in the room. When Mack finished I showered and noticed that he watched me the entire time which just made.