.. somehow ... even with the breakup, I knew ... I have some family who are ... active in the occult, in Santeria, in fact. I just ... knew that you w...re supernatural somehow. You’re not ... the Antichrist, are you?” Sandra wondered aloud.“Why do people keep asking me that? No, technically, I’m not the Antichrist, but you know, strictly speaking, I was ... scheduled ... to be the Antichrist. Those plans ... are not quite in play anymore. Instead, I’m rewriting the canon. As in, editing. It wasn't my first career choice but was no worse than the other ways to make money that were available to someone my age with no experience. Unlike working in a burger joint where I'd have to pay attention to customers, the manager, other workers and dangers such as hot grease and sharp knives, I could pretty much go on auto pilot and think. I contemplated many things while swinging the mop.Today I spent a lot of time thinking about Chris and Jeff. I could see how Chris could come up with the. We both laughed,“Wow, it has been a long time, and fancy, we meet in London,” Jenny said.“How long have you been over here?” I asked her.“A couple of months. I am working here for a year. How about you?”“I am passing through and stopped off to catch up with a couple of friends, I am on my way to Germany to work for a few months on a new product we are introducing at home,” I replied.Then the train slowed down as it approached the next station.“Can I get your number? I would like to catch up if. I can feel her about to explode so I take my tongue out of her and start licking and sucking on her clit. She can’t take it anymore and cums on my face. I start licking up all the juices she has, and enjoying each drop.She gets up and pulls me back on the couch so that my head is on the top of the couch and my ass is only on the edge of the cushion. She then straddles me backwards so now not only is that beautiful pussy in my face but also that luscious ass of hers is too. I wrap my arms around.