"Yuck!I shall have to alter the time line so that whoever baked this cursedthing was never born!" Turning back to her picture, she smiled at theartist... and said, "I am pleased. Even if your cheapness shows in the poor imitations props you purchased, I shall hang it in my shine withinthe hour." She kissed the old Tamil painter, who blushed, then returnedto her shrine with the portrait.Though she'd had a fun time since gaining her divinity, and had no desireto become David Johnson again, the. PLEASE! Just fucking fuck me already!” “Okay. Remember that you said that” he says as he slams his cock inside me, so deep that I feel his balls slap my ass. He thrusts in and out of me with long, hard strokes and were it not for this pillow behind my head, I would be banging into the wall. “Oh fuck yea, keep pounding my pussy like that!” I cry out as I feel electric bursts of pleasure deep in my pussy each time he slams against me. He’s watching my reactions and shakes his head in disbelief as. “You’ve clearly lost touch with reality.“Let me spell it out to you. Ellen called me as I arrived here to tell me about John and what you pair had done to him. It was the first I’d heard about it. I told her where I was and that I thought you were here. She begged me not to come in here, after what you did to that poor man.“Now, what do you think she did after I told her I was coming in here anyway? That’s right! I’m willing to bet she’s called the police and told them she’s afraid for my. Tell no one." The green faded.Suddenly we were standing there, by the bed, the three of us hugging each other, our eyes open, a warm sense of calm, love, and peace filling us. It seemed like we had walked over to the bed just a minute ago, but a quick glance at my watch showed a half hour had passed. I had only a vague remembrance of something too weird to be possible having happened."Hey. Don't I get a hug, too?" a weak voice asked. We turned quickly around, to see Amy, eyes open, smiling.