I had a fuck-buddy that frequently drained my dick. It was just surprise.She knelt in front of me, her clothes gone by now and unzipped my slacks. As ...illy popped out she captured it with the “Mmmmm” of a full mouth. I stared at the top of her short red hair as her head bobbed. Her breasts jutted out with prominent nipples, much as I had visualized through her clothes.With Willy at full staff, she pushed me on the bed and mounted. My hands went to those lovely mammaries as she rode me with her. Her skirt just barely fit over her butt and her shirt only came to the top of her stomach with no sleeves. I bet he picked her up at the stripper club. “Relaxing. Who’s this?” I counter. She waves daintily at me, batting her eyes. I smile politely, then return my stare to my drunken father. “Synthia is none of your b-b-back stab. So scat out of…out of…my way,” his speech is slurred and he grabs the chic’s wrist and leads her back to…the bedroom. Of course. I smile in disbelief and lay back. In. In the name of The Goddess I, Doranthe, call together the Council of the Followers of The Goddess."The crowd stood for a moment in shocked silence, broken only by the wail of a fretful child somewhere among the tents. Then men and women came forward by ones and by twos until fourteen people stood before Doranthe, waiting."The Council is now assembled." He let his arms drop to his sides and stood facing them."For what reason do you call us together with no warning, no time for preparation?" a. She had a few tattoos and piercings you could see, and a couple you could not. She dressed in goth clothing spiked with rainbow colours. Mia knew everyone at school, stopping in the halls to chat with an endless parade of friends, I thought she was interesting, I knew right away she was someone I wanted to meet.I am very much the opposite of Mia, a nerdy sci-fi geek with an unremarkable body. I wasn't tall or short, I wasn't fat or thin, I wasn't athletic or artistic. I dressed in t-shirts,.