When the last hand gesture was done, Dalton opened his eyes and watched as the light faded there stood a demon, the horns were at least 6 inches long,...surrounded by a bald head with a slight gray tinge to its skin. But that’s where the similarities seemed to end. The face had a definite masculine quality to it, with bush eyebrows and strong cheekbones. He was at least 6’4” with broad shoulders and tough muscles. His biceps were bulging, his nipples erect pencil stubs on a smooth chest. The only. Just do what you are told! Holly had done similar things before for her brother, but to do it in front of a strange man . . . was kind of scary and very kinky. Soon she reached behind her back and her bra opened as the clasp was opened. She slipped her thumb under the strap over her shoulder and moved the soft cups from covering her bare breasts. Instantly two lemon-sized breasts appeared to his delight . . . with their light pink nipples beginning to grow VERY stiff. Meanwhile, Kristas hands. It took me four days at that pace to reach Atlanta, the first big city I'd ever seen. I was the typical bumpkin, gawking at the sights. Atlanta was like a kicked over anthill because of the war. Soldiers were everywhere, bustling about as the Georgia Capital converted to a war footing. I politely turned down an invitation to join the 3rd Georgia Volunteer Regiment while I was passing through the city. With the bravado of the young and foolish I said, "I reckon General Lee has a bigger need for. I gagged on Daryl's big dick as tears streamed down my cheeks."I'm getting close baby," Daryl said softly to my wife."Cum in his mouth," Deanna ordered.My cock twitched as her words echoed in my head. I wanted it. I was not only her bitch. I was his.I backed off his long shaft and noisily slurped on his big cock head as Daryl stroked his meat."Here it comes queer," Daryl warned as his cock started to spit into my mouth. He had fucked my wife and my mouth for nearly an hour but he had not yet.