When he could see again, he saw an imp, a gargoyle-like demon the size of a cat, prancing around the magic circle but unable to leave its confines. He...barely had the strength to banish the small fiend back to its plane.Ryan studied the ancient book further, discovering evil spirits whose name he dared not to repeat out loud. But one type of demon interested him the most. Whereas most of the demons were created by the living plane of the Abyss to reflect humanity's weaknesses and vices --. You know the sort of thing. He'd refer to us as Limeys and we'd refer to him as the Yank; it was all in good fun. As we got older Joe and I developed a special kind of bond. Something like some brothers have between them. I knew that I could rely on Joe to back me up in an argument or ruckus, and he seemed to know by instinct that he could rely on me, up to a point.That one point was to develop when we got older, and it concerned females. When Joe and I started dating girls I soon learnt that. I made my way round back of my house and I found my back against a tree. Leaning my head back till it rested against the bark, I let my imagination take over as I unzipped my jeans and drew out the rock-hard shaft through the opening in my boxers. I was pretty proud of it, I was damned good with it and it was enough to make a lot of men ashamed of their own. As my fingers wrapped around the thick length, images of Selene, naked and laying in my bed, waiting for me, came into my mind. She. The washroom was so small manoeuvring was difficult. He let her jeans fall to her ankles and slide his hands across her inner thighs. She was breathing hard, harder than him. The heat was causing the small mirror to form a small layer of condensation. She spread her legs as much as she could form him and leaned forward slightly allowing him to get inside her. He slowly rubbed his begging cock around her pussy as much as it killed him to hold back so much. “Screw me” she ordered. This caused him.