” he stared as two more sets of arms beneath the first pair extended out from where she had them folded behind her back. “ ... ff.”The sprite ap...eared by her bag and looked up. “Holy hell,” she said, her eyes going comically wide as she took in the six-armed, armored lamia in front of them. She flitted up to his shoulder as a speck of light floated into the mage’s hand and turned into his staff. “Please tell me you are kidding, Kal.”“Unfortunately, I’m not. If I don’t defeat her somehow, we. . The band might let her sing with them.” “No problem. I can arrange that. They do it all the time. Good luck though, Gretchen doesn’t date. I think she is a little self-conscious. She comes from a very poor area of Mombasa, Kenya. She sends most of her paycheck home every month to help out her family. She really is a truly wonderful person, in a very scary body.” “I just want her to have one memorable night. It’s Christmas Eve. No better night for it. Tell the band I said thanks, and. Knees up.Kissing ferociously as we fucked.It was delicious.And messy.I wondered vaguely if I would be able to get the cum smell out of theroom by the time my wife got home in three days.Then I decided that I didn't care.The best part of my life was not with her.Mr. Flynn and I were going to be better fuck partners than Martha and Ihad ever been.Chapter Six - Party GirlWas I the last person on Earth who didn't know what a pantyboy spunkparty was?It seemed that they were all the rage since an. The man looked up with tender eyes "so let's get this place cleaned up, and then we can have our fun" "you've got it" Matt began to walk away, but couldn't escape the playful slap on his ass from his partner, allowing a laugh to escape both of their lips.So it was then that hours of labor flew by, rinsing and moving items about the house and making the place feel lived in. Sweat drew from Matt's head as he continued to run a wet cloth over the table's top. He felt the pelted hands of the wolf.