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“Chaos...” Angela replied, her voice Big Boobs void of emotion. Her eyes were my violet, but instead of brimming with unconditional loyalty, they were dull, and distant. “That’s the fifth time someone has referred to Corruption as ‘Chaos.’” I mused, curling my fingers and thumb, turning my daughter into handle. “All before the time of Ofan, Breyta, and Iona!” Justina probably didn’t mean to scream the sentence, but she did. “Is it a translation issue?” I wondered, massaging the spasming division of my daughter. “It must be,” Justina heaved the words in a gasp, “maybe they just didn’t have a word for ‘Corruption.’” “But still nothing on Sorrow.” It was getting difficult to speak in a ponderous tone with Angela working her way into me. Justina was right; the mechanical way in which Angela’s enslaved body moved was gradually driving me over the edge. “It doesn’t make sense! She’s older than recorded history, but her cycle stops five-thousand years ago?” Justina had abandoned the book, and was instead focusing on Diamond’s petite bust, squeezing the sparkling flesh with covetous fingers, coercing an emotionless groan from Angela. “Not… translation... problem… different… Sentient…” Angela added. “What was that?” I hissed. “Evolution…” Justina jolted upright, her holes contracting like a vice about my fingers, a yelp of shock and delight bursting from her lips. She thrusted with the reaction, pulling free from my fingers, allowing me to suck interracial them clean as she hurriedly crawled to the books piled beside Angela’s antlered head. “What?” I asked, my voice heavy with pleasure. “Evolution…” Justina echoed Angela’s words as she made a stool of her friend’s face. She flipped through a book, her tongue poking contemplatively from the corner of her mouth, her hips gyrating instinctively below her, creating an odd picture of lust from the breasts down, and studiousness from the collar up. Angela compliantly pushed her tongue between Justina’s dripping folds, and Justina moaned in reaction, her belly stretching with her circular dance, but her eyes running rapidly through the text. “Justina?” “Sorrow returned on a thousand-year cycle, but we don’t have any record of her before the last five millennia.” Justina pondered, her voice breathy with pleasure, “She has to be older than that, because her cycle never lines up with a Life Giver. But, if she wasn’t always Sorrow…” “…then whoever she was would appear on a different cycle!” I blonde finished with euphoric gasp, feeling myself ascending. “What other thousand-year anomalies are there?” Justina asked, her hands quivering as she began to grind passionately on Angela’s face. “That’s not the pertinent question, Justina!” I cried, bucking and heaving against Angela’s methodical drives, my bronze body flushed with pleasure, my hands gripping her hips, my blowjob knuckles white. “Then what?!” Justina yelled back, the book falling from her hands, her brow furrowing, her mouth gaping. She planted her palms behind her, stretched her abdomen, and cried her amorous tones as Angela’s chin grew wet with Justina’s flowing nethers. “The question is…” I took a deep breath to steel myself from the ecstasy, “… why did Sorrow change? Think, Justina!” “Her meld!” Justina cried, her belly spasming visibly, “Her host changed her somehow!” “Which means…” “Willowbud can change Corruption!” Justina screeched, and we both lurched forward, our mouths connecting, our tongue entwining, our eyes wide, quivering and locked together as we shared our climax. Angela’s tortuous repetition drove my insides to a churning Hardcore ball of delight that grew, and grew, and then, burst. My womb filled with hot seed, my body melted in the heat, and I mindlessly consumed my daughter’s mouth as her friend thrusted the last bit of herself into me. “Actually, Mom,” Justina panted, “the pertinent question isn’t why did Sorrow change, it’s how did her meld change her.” “I guess we’ll just have to ask the woman herself.” I said, “But now we have the information Dimond needs.” “What?” Justina asked, lifting her leg to reveal Angela’s blank face. “The center of Sorrow’s realm won’t be her origin, Diamond.” I spoke into Angela’s emotionless eyes, “It will be a door to another realm. If she tries to hold you prisoner, run for her center.” “What will be on the other side?” Justina asked, a touch of fear in her eyes. “ Who will be on the other side, is the more pertinent question.” I frowned. She spread her legs a little further apart, as I inched closer, allowing me to get right up next to her. Soon there were hands everywhere: fondling my tits, my ass, my cunt. My eyes start to roll to the back of my head from the lack of oxygen. Overcome by the sight, Warrick was consumed by his lust. This was the time of day that Cynthia got to enjoy herself. I forgot to mention earlier that I’m a bit bow-legged so there’s a gap at the top of my legs and the sunlight made it easier for anyone to see my pussy through the dress. A pain in the blonde ass, but it could be worse. In fact, usually the only thing that came out of my mouth was something like… "oh yeah... Staying inside for the day is usually how people bear the heat, but if you weren't well Hardcore off enough to have good AC then you were shot out of luck. Amy grasps the shaft of my manhood, removing it from Tina’s hardworking mouth only to put my still hard cock into her own mouth. He paused with this ‘death sentence’ confirmed and then continued, “But, there just might be an escape from this unfortunate and eminent demise. The pleasure was Big Boobs too much. She now realized he was right, “yes I have to be there at 2:45 but I need to shower and”. My hands moved. She reached into her bag and took out the shot glass she had pocketed at the bar earlier, and scooped his jism into the glass. Three star players suspended and benched, the baseball team was screwed. I noticed my father kept looking at me at dinner. As we watched Santa Barbara take a sizable lead over Palos blowjob Verdes, Nicole and I got quite interracial comfortable. She slowly dragged out of bed and stretched her arms back as she normally would, but felt unusual tension in her shirt the more she stretched back. And besides, she didn’t know what she was missing according to her longtime friends. Her body shook and shuddered for about a minute. Elizabeth was clearly sucking on her titties as Ava rode that thick futa-cock.