As I said, I was twenty, tall with an athletic build and extremely attractive. My fiancée was short, slightly thick, with a pretty face; long brown h...ir and C cup breasts. Gemma and Vicky were a year younger than us at nineteen. Gemma was tall for a woman with long black hair, pale white skin, and small A or B cup breasts. I didn’t find her attractive but other people seemed to like her. Vicky on the other hand was about the same height as my fiancée and of Persian descent, so she had dark skin. And Daddy had left me a pittance of a trust fund that would only pay for my college education and nothing beyond that. Really, Randi got control of everything else. Bank accounts? Hers. Stocks and mutual funds? Hers. The house? Hers. And she'd already told me she was kicking me out the minute the funeral was over. That evil, manipulative whore of a stepmother had never liked me, and had only used me as leverage to get Daddy to buy HER whatever SHE wanted. The day I'd left for college, she'd. Her pubic hair had been trimmed back to a nice, small patch just over her cunt. He put his hands on her outer hips and jerked her forward, as if trying to pull her more deeply into his mouth. She moaned and writhed as he worked. The clit down to the pussy, and back up. After he figured she was properly warmed up, and slipped two fingers into her cunt. They went into easy, up to the knuckle, and she grunted as he brushed her G spot. He remembered how she liked it. He remembered her body better. Satou had hoped that he might be able to emerge from cover and announce himself if she had responded well to his letter, but right now she looked like she would smash him into the ground like a fence post with her cudgel sooner than return his affections.She marched back over to her cloak, her red skin shining in the sunlight, the movements of her muscular body hypnotizing him. The Oni leaned forward to retrieve the garment and wrapped it around herself, hefting her heavy club and setting off.