He smiles down at her. “Hey girl, did you miss me?” he asks, bending down to pet her on the head. She whines, but wags her tail furiously. “Fuck... I need a shower and some sleep.”He drops his keys on the table and heads into the kitchen for a bite to eat.“You know, Sandy,” he says taking the last bite of his sandwich. “I think we need a woman in this house. I’ve almost got Judy broke down, so maybe something will come out of it.”Sandy whines, dropping her ears back.Seeing this, Alan frowns.. They really could have written it a little more like a novel and not a simple description. The story certainly had potential.The demon or whatever it was, was so powerful that both sides of some big war between good and evil had to unite to force it down. Now it went on in with a new author that wrote far better. Even together, it was powerful enough to throw the book through time not to be locked away for eternity. Really, an interesting story.I looked at the now empty book in wonder. Was that. The air was warm and patches of sunlight painted the ground around about them while the birds and bees flitted and buzzed about them with total indifference to what was happening on that grassy slope. And somewhere in the distance a cow mooed at the putt-putt-putt of a passing tractor going about its haymaking chores. The afternoon was perfect. Gemma and Keith felt perfect. They both felt perfect and complete together.In that moment of perfection and completion Gemma whispered into Keith’s ear,. I groaned as Rebecca flicked her tongue up and down my shaft, her dainty hands cupping and massaging my balls.“Oh, fuck, yes!” Melissa held, the Black girl squeezing those ebony tits. “Coach Johnson, yes! You love eating my juicy cunt! Oh, my fucking god, yes!”I watched her cum on the coach's face. I watched her shudder and shiver, the pleasure surging through the Black girl. Her head threw back, her fingers digging into her round tits as she was lost to the sapphic ecstasy.“Oh, my god, that's.