Well, I got tasked with taking Ishmael out. It wasn’t easy. Even with my superhuman strength and accelerated healing abilities, I was still just one...man against an immortal warrior. Angels are frightening creatures, man. Ishmael nearly dispatched me, but at the last minute, as he held me by the throat and got ready to hurl me off a building rooftop, Bringer of Hope appeared in my hand, sent there by Aeshma Daeva, and I plunged it into Ishmael’s heart. The Fallen Angel turned into dust before my. She felt powerful and the centre of attention. By now the other three lads were stood around her wanking themselves of with one hand and reaching inside her bra with the other she felt her nipples being stroked and pulled and she felt a warm sensation starting between her legs and the first hint of muskiness from her vagina. It didn’t help that 5 lad’s cocks were on show and being thrust at her from every direction. She unfastened her bra completely and let her pendulous breasts swing free.. In fact she welcomes his tongue into her mouth, as she anticipates his next move. He takes his hand off of her face and puts both hands around her small waist and pulls her on top of him so that she is sitting on his legs but close enough to his warmth that she can feel the heat. He takes hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head and discards it beside the blanket. She looks deep into his eyes and sees a desire that matches her own. She feels a warmth of desire and passion. We used to party with my best friend that I grew up with all the time, but had never really discussed swinging or bringing anyone else into our playtime. After partying one night we went back to my buddy's house and were just going to pass out in his living room for the night. He laid down on the floor with us and for some reason I reached over and grabbed his hand and put it on my wifes big tits. She just started laughing but didn't move his hand away. My buddy gave me a look and I just kept.