This thing was getting heavier by the day. “When’s Gloria coming back?” Angela asked, “I don’t care if she can’t see or hear me, just having a person here would make all the difference.” “Gloria’s going to be gone for a while.” I grimaced. “Does Justina ask about me?” Angela asked, a touch of sadness in her voice. “All the time,” I said, thumbing the combination lock, “but I can’t tell her anything, Angela, for her own sake. If I told them, and Willowbud found out they knew…” The mechanism old clicked into place, and I opened the coffin lid. Creating plants and animals was easy for me, but an actual person was an entirely different story. I thought I could think Angela’s body into existence like anything else, but it was not the case. I’d been making her piece by piece for two weeks, stealing what little time I could without making Willowbud suspicious. As of now, the project was an absolute horror-show, but I was making steady progress. Today, we started on the digestive system. “You know what I miss the most about having a body?” Angela said as I began my work on the esophageal tube. “What?” “Taking a huge shit,” Angela replied wistfully, “just sitting down, feeling the porcelain on facial your ass, and letting loose. The pressure blowing out your sphincter, the oddly-satisfying smell of your own refuse, the lingerie decompression in your gut as you-” “Stop!” I yelled, holding up a hand, “Just, stop. Please.” “I was just trying to get you in the right mindset,” Angela sniggered, “you will be making me a new butthole today.” “And if you want to keep your new butthole, it’ll have to be appealing enough for me to want to lick it.” blow “Would you really do that for me?” Angela asked, batting her gang eyelashes with sarcastic adoration. “Yes, Angela,” I smiled at her, “when this is all done, I am going to eat the absolute shit out of your butthole.” “You wanna… you wanna rephrase that one?” Angela giggled, covering face. I leaned forward, levelling my eyes with hers until our irises were inches apart. “The truth?” she asked. He slid his hands around his little sister and cupped her little tits while rubbing his erect penis into her anal groove through the soft cotton fabric of facial her lingerie pajama bottoms. Unfortunately, because this was early gang in our session, Tom and I both wanted it to last a lot longer so we had to ask her to stop after only a few minutes or we both would have cum. Shae was now in 7th grade and was without a doubt the most popular girl in her middle school. You look perfect to me.” Every minute or so, we’d kiss, making sure he could see plenty of tongue action. There was no use trying to make it. When I rubbed that he came fast and lots of sperm. “I’m doing wonderfully.” I giggled, “I feel like my pussy is squishing. She old squirmed, and writhed on the floor, she made moans and groans and deep guttural sounds in her throat. My fingers dug into my mother's rump. He often washed the razor in the water to remove the hair from it. “You’re scared aren’t you? Even if the angel appeared when time wasn't paused, no one could see her but me. blow They couldn't even touch her. The dump truck just cost me the race. He knew that the mere thought of this filthy man touching his wife in such a way should make him want to puke. “Cum for me daddy!” I jerked in shock as the phone on the desk suddenly buzzed, a red light on its panel beginning to blink in a slow, steady rhythm.