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“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 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 anime the most gang bang 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 your ass, and letting loose. The pressure blowing out your sphincter, the oddly-satisfying smell of your own refuse, the 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.” “Would you really do that for me?” Angela asked, batting her 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. I gave her the most exaggerated expression of lechery I could muster, licked my lips, and whispered, “No.” Angela burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, and I chuckled along with her as I got back to work. When I told her what we’d have to do to bind her new body, I’d expected her to be as averse to the idea as I’d been at first. She was not. I guessed years of catching me masturbating had warped her sexuality; either that, or she’d been spending way too much time inside the mind of a succubus. Now that she was out of Justina, Angela showed no signs of sexual interest, nor sexual maturity. Maybe it was because she’d never done the acts herself, and didn’t understand the ramifications of them. She didn’t know what it meant to physically want someone, and I didn’t know what it meant to be in love, but what we shared was something few people did. We’d been with each other since the beginning, after all, even before birth, and no bond is stronger than the one formed in the womb. TERA I waited until Willowbud was gone before I made my move. I was his bitch now. “A couple of those G-strings will do.” Harry said, “the ones with no material.” The president wiggled through them and reached Macie, peering at me. Shit, what would she do if her 14 year old daughter said yes. “Not yet? And never ever do it without protection.” I was sure of it.Making sure she wouldn’t move, I swifly got off of her, but made sure I would make my move before she could try anything. "Gah, fuck. Mostly because they did a marvelous job, plus I only had $100 bills in the safe. Her daughter was stunning. Rug burns began chaffing on my naked ass as I wriggled furiously underneath him. “No,” Tulipfall said, making a drum out of the top of my head, her little hands playing a disjointed rhythm, “but they could dig under it.” I stopped. Jerry kissed her and licked her and sucked her nipples through the gauzy negligee. Fuck my horny futa-pussy. "Jan, how long have you been a masochist?" Her tongue found the shaft, greedily licking up the salt from my sweat. Taking this book down from our shelf we turn to the page which contains the twelve steps. “I know, I’m just teasing. I thought that that would be an excellent idea. He must have anime loved it when she did that because he made a sexy sexy little noise and pushed his bump into her hand. I know we have this intense physical connection, and we already have the emotional connection because we’re siblings. “Hold yourself open” he ordered, in the same calm, measured tone as before. Beth watched the clock as the minutes ticked down gang bang to the end of the fourth period. I swayed and growled. What with the fires and the panic. I finally composed myself enough to say, “Sorry about that.” I’m your teacher and you’re my student.” And I hate that." Her eyes widens.