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  • Shelly stumbled her way to one wall and and banged against it, trying to escape. “It’s no use, Shelly,” Shemhazau said, his voice sad. “Once I knew what happened to you, I transferred you to my Mens Mundi. Think of it like a dream within a dream. I rule here. Not you.” “Shemhazau!” Sonia yelled. “I need to know if you can fix her or not. There are other things transpiring in the real world that need my attention, but I need to have her back the way she was. I… I need her.” “Oh, sure!” Shelly sneered. “I needed you to entertain me, but no! You were too good for that. Now you want to claim you need me?” Seeing the pain wash across Sonia’s face almost made Shelly feel something. big “I don’t know!” Shemhazau answered Sonia, ignoring Shelly. “The person rarely ever survives long after. They have no sense of self preservation. I’ve never had the chance to try anything.” “Can we get Amenadiel to reverse it?” Sonia pressed. “Angels aren’t young capable of giving or causing guilt. That’s something that has to come from the person’s soul. woman Amenadiel tore that part of her out. She can no more grow that part back than could a regular human grow back an arm that was cut off.” A couch appeared behind Shemhazau, and he fell into it. So, she was missing part of her soul? That was almost entertaining. A memory flickered across her mind of how miserable she’d been before the angel took it all away. She didn’t know if she was better off without it, or feeling something that strong would man be better than this numbness. “Her soul…” Sonia trailed off, then rushed towards the relaxing man. “Part of her soul is in me! From before this was done to her. Could we use that to fix her broken part?” “Oh don’t worry babe, it’ll only hurt for just a little longer,” she says as she leans down, presses her breasts against my back and kisses my neck. Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned big around his cock as his jizz splattered across the roof of my mouth. I brought him a plate of food, not a normal thing, man but it allowed me to bend over in front and of him, and linger there for a moment... or two. After lunch we moved to the Jail, leaving our weapons in a locker before stepping inside. Deana asked. “Uh, I've already climaxed four times today, Ma'am. Though, you may want to use a little magic to make him forget your demonic form; that's harder to explain." Dawn squealed when the blow landed but it wasn't loud enough to be heard outside the room. young I would get home feeling a bit randy and would come up behind her to cradle her lovely firm 36DD tits in my hands and within a minute I would be inside her shagging like fury. She brought it into woman her mouth, smacked her lips, and grinned. No more came.
  • “I am here by myself for a few days on business and am fed up with spending every night alone in my room. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself.” “Would you like to join my wife and I at our table?” Ron ventured gallantly, at the same time running his practised eye over her. She was a complete contrast to Carmen. Fair hair, size ten, he thought, and not voluptuous like his wife but interesting and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dark blue two piece suit with a white silk blouse. The blouse was undone perhaps one button too many, Ron mused, but the white pearls she wore gave the outfit a touch of class. “I would love to join you both. My name is Zena,” she said as they reached the table and Ron introduced Carmen and himself. Ron watched for any reaction from Carmen as Zena seated herself opposite Carmen with Ron sitting between the two women. Always a keen student of body language Ron watched fascinated as Zena sat and crossed her stockinged legs. Zena’s eyes closely watched for any reaction from Carmen at the same time, and picked up Zena’s appreciative gaze on her young bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair.� In no time Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well and tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. For Zena’s benefit, Ron wondered? After a nervy start to the conversation Zena had told Carmen and Ron, in a very cultured English voice that she had just one night left in this city, before she flew out later the next day. Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of English reserve and expensive well fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation. Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed, he wondered.� As the conversation raced along Zena could not keep her gaze off Carmen's tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron, “Carmen how do you get such a good tan on your legs?” At the same time Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as much of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to tease her very obvious interest. “My European blood I think. Actually I am the same colour all over. I love sun tanning nude. Ron likes to sit and talk to me while I do it. Especially when I am tanning my back. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice big blocks on my nipples.” Carmen was watching Zena for her reaction, and was not disappointed when she saw her eyes open wide and gleam with excitement.� Carmen kept talking. “Ron is an arse man. He says my big arse is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty three inches he claims. He loves rubbing oil into it while I sun tan. He gets a real hard on kissing it, you know, and he says it’s the best for a few other things, as well.” Ron was not sure if the drinks had made Carmen so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Zena. Which ever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women. By now Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation, and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard on. Hard on sounded far more interesting than turn on she thought, smiling to herself. “Sounds terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way.” By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, woman even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table. “Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen. “What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Zena man said her hand on Ron’s arm. Zena continued, “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best Oz champers on ice in your room upstairs.” “Why don’t we go and try it then,” said Carmen, jumping to her feet and taking both Zena’s and Ron’s hands. Understood?" I lightly moaned as she continued. “You need any big assistance?” she asked Ronja. Her hips started to grind on me and she sat up and reaching for my rod, positioned the head just at the start of her hot pussy lips and slowly sank down till she could grind her clit on my pubic bone. woman I get the fodder out, knowing how much it turns you on and start running the strand across your breasts. I soon understand the reason for her surrender, for the voice of Wagner provides a light toned explanation of the vile act. After a while I stuck my dick in. John was getting sucked by Marcos right next to me so I slipped a finger young in his ass. "Though I do not know you I can feel the wild power within you. Julie waited a while and noticed that the man who had invited her to the table originally also left, so after a few minutes she smiled at the others and made her way to the lift. The coroner arrived and directed the transport of Beth's corpse to the county morgue. man We swapped places and I smiled when I saw the tent in George’s shorts as he lay down. I looked at Roxy and and blurted “Mrs. Robinson, YOU seduced me”. ”Ohh I’m in your mouth…. Said Liz as she gripped the cock and waved it semi-drunkenly at Beth.