She did not flinch like she had done so many times before, and I was glad. It had been a millennium since we’d last worn ideas and ravaged each other, and time had stitched the wounds. There were occasions when we caught ourselves eyeing each other, and indeed, Joy would sometimes dawn the cloak of Lust to sate blowjob her feminine needs with Vitanimus, but he would not take the mantle of Power, but of Passion. Yes, before your mother claimed it for herself, the man you know as ‘Satan’ was the first Passion. Their love was beautiful to witness, like art of tender sucks and gracefully-writhing bodies, but I did not partake. I did not trust myself. “I have gangbang to.” Joy smiled ruefully over her shoulder. “We’ve tried Wrath, Fury, and outdoor Anger already.” Vitanimus sighed, “All of the ‘fiery’ emotions. Only Hatred is left.” “I can do this, Mother.” Joy said. “I know you can put it on.” I muttered, taking her face in my hands, “But what if you cannot take it off?” “I will.” She said. Then she pressed her closed lips to mine, and we shared a platonic kiss. As always, there was the hint of carnal desire, and we both repressed the urge to open our lips and exchange tongues. We broke with that shared secret between our eyes, and the memory of our desire radiating from our smiling lips. Then Joy took a deep breath, and touched Hatred. It wrapped around her like it had a life of its own, clinging to her limbs, seeming to wrestle her the floor. She did not scream nor struggle, but gave us a look that was meant to assure us she had asian it under control. The cloth molded itself to her body, wrapped around her neck like a constricting boa, and plastered to her face. She collapsed onto the floor, limp and lifeless. Vitanimus and I ran to her, but then stopped when we heard the sound. It was a giggle, one I’m sure you know. Girlish and childlike, and void of any joy. She rose slowly, stretching her neck this way and that, staring from beneath imperiously-lidded threesome red eyes that swam with her contempt. “Mother.” She smiled, the word coming from her like an apple with a razor hidden in the core. “Hatred.” I replied, and Joy’s eyes flickered their affirmation. “Can you create fire?” Vitanimus asked beside me. She’s not drunk but I can see that she is very merry, she says her ‘sorry’ to her brother whom himself just sits there. 'What' she questioned? She was moaning and squirting cum on the floor as he completed the last strokes of the cane. I’ve promised that hundreds of times and I blowjob keep my word.” Which would my slut prefer, to cum or for me to torment your gangbang little sweet pussy, just tell your Daddy," I say as erotically as I can. I came back out at 8:30am and the horses knew it was chow time. Sparks burst from my clit, outdoor feeding my flames. It was boring. Endlessly complex. “I understand, don't worry, I do, I get it.” More than a few professors lost their jobs because their students thought it would be a good idea asian to suck their professor’s cock, only to change their mind leaving his office with a mouthful of his jizz. I know threesome it is not required, but I would appreciate a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing these stories.