How should I know? The Comte does not ask my opinion in such matters. Never mind that, now, imagine it. A witch and a demon, here under the same roof ...s us poor, decent God-fearing folk. What a scandal! What is the Comte thinking to allow such a thing? They spend the night here in this house as guests of the Comte. I shall not be able to sleep a wink tonight for fear of losing my immortal soul!"Christine groaned inwardly and shook her head in disgust."Ignorant peasants, the lot of them. That is. ” Ted? Jim glanced in the mirror. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” she paused. “It’s my dildo.” “Oh.” Jim squirmed in his seat, adjusting his pants to make room for his rapidly expanding cock. “Lucky Ted,” he said with genuine envy. In the mirror he could see her luscious lips parting into a smile. “So, no boyfriend then?” Jim was hopeful. He knew he didn’t stand a chance, but if she was single it would make things a lot more exciting when he fantasized about her later. “Not at the moment.”. We talked deep into the night, then he called Monica to let her know what was going on. Long story short, we agreed that the only chance I had was to move somewhere far away and try to start a whole new life. ‘Here’s what’s going to happen,’ he said. ‘I’m taking you out of here. You’re coming to live with Monica and me, and we’re leaving tonight. We’ll worry about the rest later.’ ~ ~ ~ The months dragged by. Life went on. I didn’t care, so Scott managed to sell my house. I was staying in one. She must be having an orgasm as the bottle gets pushed out, Linda stops it before it leaves her pussy completely pushing it back in, repeating as her orgasm continues. I have been soft tapping my cock to wait for her and now I cum with her. I bet half those guys wank thinking of you when they get home I say. Linda replies that's what has me aroused, I did a solo dance for a guy tonight, he told me that he was going to save up the memories and fuck me when he got home. Linda says that she really.