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She looked longingly into the clouds and let out a sigh. James squeezed her hand, letting her know he was there for her. She held his hand and smiled kindly, grateful for his presence and the comfort it brought her. "So that's why I had to wait," Lilith continued. "I knew Ishtar would be away for a time, and once she was gone, I would be able to see you again and speak to you honestly. So I'm sorry… for shutting you out these past two days." Tears began to well in her sparkling eyes again, and she turned away to hide them from James. "I believed you would be able teen to survive that long on your own, but I know you must have had an awful time, and you probably resent me…" "Lilith," James said softly as he Hardcore reached out a hand and brushed his mistress' cheek, "I told you, I could never hate you. I survived and made it back to you; that's all that matters." The demoness skinny wiped away her tears then raised her hand and placed it over James', holding it against her face. Turning back to him, she met his brown eyes with a look of appreciation and compassion. "I really am falling for him…" she thought to herself. Leaning forward, she kissed the man tenderly. James held Lilith lightly, stroking her hair as she nuzzled against him. When their lips parted, she lowered her head and lay it against his shoulder, careful to keep her horns out of his face. James rested his hand on her back and held her against him. "So, we're alone now? This… Ishtar, she's gone?" he asked tentatively, worried that bringing the goddess up again might upset Lilith. But he had too many unanswered questions to ignore. "For now," she answered. "She said she'd be traveling for a while. I don't know what that means exactly, but she's usually away for a week or two at a time." As Lilith spoke, she traced gentle circles on James' chest and watched her finger's hypnotic movement. James himself was lost in thought as he processed Lilith's words. "I guess gods are real then, huh?" he said. "Not all of them," responded the demoness, looking up at her agent, "Just the ones that humans give power to." When James raised a questioning eyebrow, Lilith elaborated. "Gods are human inventions, but they're made real by the magic of those devoted to them. Divine power relies on the belief of mortals. And Ishtar was once the most powerful goddess of them all." "Was?" James said, "Is she weaker now that she isn't worshipped?" "All gods are weaker now, James," Lilith stated matter-of-factly. "Humans have little magic today, pov compared to the powerful figures of my time. As such, they have little power to give their gods. It doesn't matter that Ishtar is no longer praised by mortals; her power has not dwindled in petite the last four millennia. In fact, she's likely grown stronger." This confused James. "Wait, how? It worked. I kissed Clint harder, grinding on her. When I told Jennifer the tears started. When I opened my eyes, Diamond was pov peering into them, Hardcore concern touching her face. When did you come? I fled to my bathroom, and within seconds I exploded into the sink. The entire documentary-cum-instructional video lasted almost an hour during which Aunt Sheen also bought some ice-cream for dessert from the kitchen as I sat watching the video with rapt attention. It was filled with a lot of piss, and it stunk like hell. He battered her face with his swinging balls. With Glen gone and Marcia standing in the living room, he approached her and warmly told her, “Welcome teen skinny my friend to our house.” And with that the tears flowed from her eyes, but she held Marty very tightly in her arms. I asked her is it clean or do we need to get it ready for the cooks I have coming? “When?” After petite going to my room at the end of the hall, the only bedroom at that end of the house, I was tired and a little drunk. “How is it?’ Are you ok? My love” he asked. “My God!” Her grandfather would say as she gave details. They kissed again, and again, it was passionate. Now I'm not so sure. “Yesterday first time for Roo!” Our noses pressed together. Alistair reserved for himself the pleasure of tugging hard on her tits each morning and night, enjoying her squeals of pain as he milked her into a bucket like a cow. As a young man in the army I was once on a short course in Pretoria. Her bare butt sticking up in the air. I have have experienced a lot of shit this year, but never in my life had I expected to deal with what came out of her mouth right then. She had green lines that traced where her veins should be, branching from her heart and lining her entire body. C’mon John, haven’t I taught you better than that? Then I would drive him around.