I will get off at Gran Via. The train will slip away, leaving my nose filled with tunnel air, stale and temporary. I will walk to Puerta del Sol, past... painted young women offering morning sex. I will enter the cafe. I will hear the rattle of silver spoons on china saucers, and the motion of smooth plates in stacks. Things will be given and taken. There will be a hum of collected conversations. Words will be given and taken. Hands will be held. Love will be given and taken. I will sit at that. Though there was progress, I still had to make Srishti want me. There was a problem. She had a boyfriend, and as far as I knew they casually had sex at least once a week. So our next step was to make her sex-deprived. Again this was executed by mom perfectly. She acted as she was ill and couldn’t do any work.She made Srishti stay home and do all the household work that mom did. Srishti hadn’t been to college or went out for a couple of weeks now. Thus she didn’t have any sexual activity. I just. They need time to figure out how he might best help us before telling everyone he's here," she said somberly.The other women stopped and looked at her in surprise. Me? Why I wore my usual expression of total bafflement. Sonja saw my confusion and gave me a smile."The 'exception of 72' is a clause in our Constitution that allows the Pleiad to keep something secret from the public for three days. When they announce whatever they've been concealing and the reason they hid it, the citizens vote. “But it happens that I want eggs and bacon right now. How about you?”Jerry wiggled his cock playfully at her, and Debra leaned down, placing her lips over his piss-hole and sucking, drawing out a little cum juice into her mouth.Then she straightened up, pretending shock. “That cock was on my asshole! What am I doing kissing it now?”“Because you love it, Mom,” he said.“You’re so right!” She giggled, cupping his cock and bails and shaking them. “I’d kiss your cock no matter where you had.