Gingerly I took it and unwound the protective cloth. At the center ofthe labyrinth was a vase of alabaster, just as I had imagined it:about as long a...s my forearm and about as wide, with a graceful loopinghandle. The forward curve of the pitcher was decorated with thecarving of a Maenad, her thighs pressed decorously together, her armsstretched above her head as if to hold the spout. The workmanship wasnothing like that of modern Rome, but ancient. It might have beenGreek, or even. Just one key detail. Everything else about these glorious lovers ours is all the same as before. Think that I’d change one delicious iota of their core psyches? Fuck, no!” Ben grunted as he probed me deep and hard with his cock up my ass.“What ... detail?” I asked while pushing back at him with my hips and also far inside Julia’s splendid bottom.“That’s simple. Instead of being broken into smaller cells, triads, quads, or whatever, now every human in this growing cult or faction of yours is. .ahh … this is wrong, I am your mother, you cant do this.I didnt listen and started to kiss and from waist my hands crawled upto her boobs and was pressing it. Slowly my mom resistance started to decrease and started to co-operate.Holding her from the back I slowly turned her hand back and planted a small kiss on her lips. Both stopped their act for a while. Now she was getting horny. She turned correctly towards me and caught my neck and gently started to kiss my lips.While kissing, she. Hands, his hands, stroked a hard penis. It was hard for her, she knew. Her body had made him hard. That made her happy, that he desired her and grew stiff for her. But why was he stroking himself? Sue would gladly have stroked him. Or she would have loved to feel it enter her body -- filling her mouth or pussy or butt. As she worked to get her breath back so she could tell him that she would love to help with his project, Sue saw that he was nearing his own climax. Before a word could escape.