.. he is cuter than I remember.”“Mmm, he gets sexier by the day,” I purred. “He’s mayor now, and he’s going to be so much more.” He was ...oing to rule the world once I figured out how to find Sandalphon’s real name and get my husband to edit the angel. I just knew my husband’s power would be unstoppable then.Marissa sauntered to my husband, breaking away from me. I smiled as she threw her arms around Steve’s neck and kissed him. With hunger. He hugged her. I smiled, so glad he’d ensured that my. "The plan is 9PM," she said."Shit, I'm going to have to go to McDonald's at 6PM so I don't pass out from hunger." I said."Do that since there will be wine, I don't want you getting drunk and showing your ass. Of course like you said the majority of us have already seen it anyway. Now be there dressed in one of those pretty dresses the fag picked out for you, and wear a wig so you don't embarrass me." Can do, head Housewife of Aster," I said.Eve and I started getting ready for the dinner date at. “Oh, I want to at least try to drink it down Sir! I was hopeful that you would let me taste and feel your hot piss. Thank you, Sir!” he replied opening his mouth to accept my piss. I’ve always been able to get my flow going, no matter how hard I was, so it wasn’t long before I aimed my cock at his open mouth and released a hot stream of piss, scoring a direct hit into the back of his open mouth. He choked only briefly and struggled to swallow the warm piss, as I tried to cut off the flow to. Just like every morning, she’d left the paper too. I wasn’t laughing at any of the funnies when the doorbell rang, then again, and after a while again. I levered myself upright. Telling someone to go away would be good therapy. ‘Whaddya need?’ The words died in my throat as I saw her. She was my age, mid-twenties, and about the size of a dormouse. Slender, skinny almost, with dark hair, severely cut, framing a triangular face. Wearing a skirt and blouse, a thick, official-looking folder held.