The doorbell rang and I glanced at my friend, who said, “I’ll get that. You keep cooking.” He hopped up and came back a minute later leading bot... Newt and Jim.“Gentlemen, welcome again. Toss your coats somewhere and have a seat. John can pour the wine.” I was cutting some boned chicken breasts in half and placing them to the side; next to be cut up was a large and thick slice of boned ham and some fresh button mushrooms.Both Jim and Newt made the same comment: “So you really can cook! It’s not. Once I reached the bus stop one morning and saw her waiting, I walked up to her exchanges smile and asked how long she has been waiting? She replied 15-20 minutes. Then the bus came we boarded the took our places it was really crowded so couldn’t talk to her. Her stop came, she got down and even I got down at her stop just to talk to her. I asked her name, her college and where she lived and told her about myself. Then she went her way I took another bus came to my college. A couple of months. I undress her slowly and run my hands over her body, feeling her bare skin under my hands. My breathing gets heavier as I kiss her, and brushing my fingers over her breasts I feel her nipples harden. She moans gently as I caress them, and then move my hands lower. I grab her arse cheeks giving them a squeeze, then move one hand between her legs. By this point her pussy is usually dripping wet and I can’t wait to taste it. My cock is rock hard and she wraps her delicate hands around it, rubbing. He pulled out of her, feeling her internal muscles cling to him, as if not wanting to relinquish his presence from her body. He could have kept fucking her...for days, but she wasn’t a Seraphian female and there wasn’t any point to getting her accustomed to the mating habits of his kind. They had no future together...he had no future. How he wished she had completed her task...to rip his heart out. How blissful he would have received that ending while embedded in her lush depths. The demons.