He wasn’t supposed to, Jerry had told him. ‘Just walk on into the house.’ But no way was he going to do that. This was an all white neighborhood... and he was a black man. What if the computer program Jerry raved about hadn’t worked? There was no answer to his ring. Feeling nervous but hopeful, Louis pushed open the door. ‘Mrs. Weston?’ he called out. ‘It’s Louis Field. Your husband Jerry asked me to come by…?’ Getting no response, Louis stepped in and closed the front door behind him. He was in. The preacher was an old friend of the family, at one time our campers were side by side. It seemed like he preached the whole sermon straight to me.He talked about love, loss, and overcoming tragedy. He talked about God’s will, and how mortals would never understand it most of the time. Finally, he asked for a silent prayer for the souls of my family.I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally. The demon softly sighed in pleasure. Her hands rose to caress his arms and shoulders.His tongue entered her mouth. Beauty paused, as if processing this new sensation, then responded with enthusiasm. Their tongues danced together.Logan leaned his weight into her. Ever so gently, he laid her back on the ground. His weight pressed down on her. Beauty’s breasts were soft pillows between them. Hands roamed across soft flesh and hard muscle. Logan lay between her legs, feeling the warmth of her core. ” She paused for a beat before calling me with her finger as she hiked her dress up a bit. “Why don’t you help me out of this office gear, my shoes are killing me. ”I stood there, apparently not jumping fast enough. "Well, come on puppy, you asked for this. Don't just stand there, let's move it." I stood in front of her with my cock ring suddenly feeling like it may have been a bad idea. "Come on, you're the one who shaved his scrotum with my razor. You're the one who trimmed your public hair.