Just as well he didn’t have a camera ready this time.I scrambled back into an upright position and sat down next to Vanessa, I kept my legs together...and noticed my daughter did the same obviously unsure about the situation with her father.“Come on in Bill,” said Pete, “would you like to suck my cock?” Bill kept looking back and forth between the three of us and seemed unable to respond except to take a few steps into our lounge room. “It’s ok Bill, I want you to be included,” I said, “I know. By Thursday night, I was relaxed. I had no pretense that my committee would consider my proposal as anything more than a concept and I would probably paint the scenes on canvas and make up some kind of uber-scenario like Bacchanalia that would be the final project with the story. It was what I’d done for New York, so I didn’t even have a worry about completing the project. It was cut and dried. There was no way they’d have me paint a new church.But then there are politics.Clarice told Kate to. He looked up, surprised.From that moment, everything seemed to go into slow-motion. I lifted the sheet and held my breath. He curled his fingers, moving his closed hand down my abdomen and across my pubic hair. I was so excited, electricity was pulsing through my body. I spread my legs to invite his hand between them. It felt cold at first, but his touch was like velvet. I lay my head back onto the pillow."Ahhh. That’s better.”I totally surrendered myself. He settled beside me as he began.I. I howled with Shadow.But my demonic lover wasn't out of the fight. He gained his feet, snarling with rage. He lunged forward, jaw snapping. He could engulf most of Astarte's slim body in a single gulp. He leaped, landed before us, and bit.His jaw crushed down on the demoness. Silver energy burst from her body.Shadow vanished in starry light, his body disintegrated. Dark motes drifted around us. One fell on my lips—a final kiss.“No!” I sobbed in horror. More grief filled me. “Shadow!”My grip on.