”“So, who did you edit?” Seth sounded so amused. “Tell me what I've overlooked.”“Did you know you can edit your angel?” I asked.Seth did...'t answer. His breathing grew heavier. I pictured him frozen. “What?”“Of course, you have to figure out the password,” I said. “And I know your angel's password.”Before he could answer, I pulled my phone from my ear. I hung up and opened the editing app, freezing reality.Anael appeared, still kneeling before me. She swallowed my cock, her purple eyes staring. As always my cheerleader uniform was freshly pressed and hanging in my closet and after dressing I headed down for breakfast. I took a few extra moments to give my mom an extra long hug and a kiss and told her good morning. Sherri joined us soon after and we had breakfast together and then headed off to school. As I got to school and headed inside I was stunned to see the inside of the school. There were banners and decorations all over the place for the varsity football game that night. . "Lisa visibly relaxed, as well. "Now, will you let a screwdriver unwind you?" And she reached out her free hand to him.Oliver Douglas's old demeanor started to return, "No screwdriver! I'm not having anything that out-of-plumb carpenter touches."===As they came the short distance out of the kitchen into the equally rustic but classily outfitted living room, Alf told them, "If I were an English butler, I'd be very plum."Feeling the hem as he walked, Oliver Douglas told him, "Enough with the. I wrapped my fingers around the girth of my cock, and began to jerk at it. Slow at first, as I stroked my hand up and down. I looked at Sam, still leaning on the desk and watching me.It was like she was some form of 'cock inspector', who came to make sure I jerked my cock correctly. It felt strange and yet, in a bizarre fashion, quite arousing to have her watch me. My own wife never watched me jerking off, or let me touch her for a few years now as her interest in sex had wained down to not.