And, I believed, our c***d deserved it, too.On the plane, Lizvette captured the attention of the flight attendant right away. "Oh! Are you cleared for... take-off, Mom? How far along are you?" Lizvette wore a pale pink maternity blouse over white stretch pants. On the blouse, over her tummy, was an embroidered image a sleeping baby, making her condition quite obvious. Lizvette assured her all would be well as she slipped passed the aisle seat the attendant pointed out for her and settled in by the. The one thing he would do is make each of us something out of wood. He spent a lot of his free time in the garage where he did his woodworking. We were older before we realized how much more the gifts he made meant to us. He made model cars for the boys and dollhouses for us girls.Each year he made us something new. He even did the same thing for our kids after they were born. He made mom all types of things, a grandfather clock, rocking chairs for both of them, end tables and many other. "I'm feeling generous so if you want to wipe some of the cum off of your wife and spread it on your ass-hole then do it quick, it might make this easier."The idea made sense to me since I had no desire to have my ass torn open so I ran my hand across my wife's stomach where there was about a 1/8th inch layer of cum and ran it over my anus. "That's a good boy," said Mo and he pressed the head of his cock against my ass. It felt like a fucking orange pushing up against me and I knew that there. The strongest one was attraction. I was attracted to you like never before. I do not think your increased power caused the attraction, but more like it made me aware of it." So you suddenly felt something you were feeling, but didn't know you felt?" I asked."Yes. You see, we have spent countless generations trying to escape the burden of emotions. They impede our ability to think clearly. Somehow, what the sword did to you, caused me to overcome all those generations of out-breeding the ability.