The memory of the Demon’s death scream rose, and hit his consciousness. His mind skidded to a halt. A shiver of dread ran down his spine. That screa... had come after Caleb had shot him in the head. The demon shouldn’t have been physically capable of screaming! That blast of pure power that was released after Branch was killed also worried him. Could the demon have survived? Another memory crowded out the memory of the Demon, causing another shiver of dread. He remembered accepting the fact that. During my marriage, I'd developed a taste for good whiskey and young chicks. I longed to stuff my thick cock in a tight little teen with daddy issues and as soon as the papers were signed, I set out to do just that. Unfortunately, there's not as many dick hungry teens as I'd hoped there'd be so I often settled for girls considerably younger which wasn't hard to do being that I was nearly 50. The first girl I fucked after my divorce was a tall, thick, curvy beautiful slut with huge titties that. It was weird, but I always did everything to please Steph. I had even sucked a boy's cock because she wanted me to do it. I lifted my legs and slid the soft underwear up, raising my butt to slide them the rest of the way on. I rolled off the bed and stood up. Looking down I felt kind of silly. At the same time, they felt good on me. They were softer and slicker than my white briefs. They had lace around the edges and were a pale yellow. Because they were made for girls, there wasn't really room. She rose on her hands and looked at him with the smile of a child on Christmas morning, both of her amazing eyes twinkled with delight. ‘I didn’t want to, Geoffie,’ she trilled. ‘I wanted to make YOU cum – really hard, and really hot. I wanted to drive you crazy and – and send you to the Moon!’ He stared at her, speechless. She giggled. ‘Say ‘Mission accomplished,’ Geoff.’ ‘Uh – mission – uh – accomplished, sweetheart. You just – you just wanted to make me shoot?’ The tiny beauty smiled at him.