Unable to help himself, he reached for her again. “No,” she snapped, slapping at his hands. Her golden eyes flashed angrily. “Don’t. Don’t ...ou ever try to touch me again.” Ashriel closed his fist, his heart breaking as he watched the female he’d always wanted since he was only seventy five springs old walk away. By Seraphian standards, he’d been merely a boy back then, his wings covered with baby down. Still the dark-skinned beauty with the green gold eyes had fascinated him. But he was. He resented the time this meeting had taken away from what he considered his "needful duties." I'll be asked to kiss some babies next, he thought to himself.Brother Moore stood to one side with the pastor of the Woodman Baptist Church and looked out over the congregation. He smiled and hoped Harley Duran would make a good and lasting impression on the people who had come especially to hear him speak.The usual Wednesday evening turn out was perhaps fifteen or twenty. The crowd this particular. A cold beer and a large vodka. I found my foot tapping along to the music. I ordered my wife, Angela, a double Bacardi and coke and a cold cider. A few more drinks and it was not long until my wife was up on the dance floor, jigging away to the music. I forgot just how sexy my wife looked and could be. She was wearing a revealing top and a short skirt; you could see her white G string when she swayed with the music. She was a good looker, I was a lucky guy. I think a few other people had. 'I don't think so', he said as he held her close. Enjoying the feel of her sweat covered tits against his chest and letting his now limp cock rub against the growth of wet hair that covered her cunt. 'You would have to be done a few more times. I would say at least a week of being fucked maybe at least twice a day but definitely once; then you would definitely get a swollen belly'. Her face dropped and she didn't actually cry, but then he said something that made her smile and ask 'I get baby'..