"Yes, you do," he said, swallowing as he looked at her sex. "Let's see about that." Hurry up, I want to feel it." But you were just holding it." It's ... girl thing. I didn't want to just feel it with my hands."He looked confused, but pressed his hardness down the length of her sex. She gave a soft "um" as she felt him probe her entrance."Ready?"She gave a hitch, trying to impale herself on him. She was so hot and he was just toying with her.He didn't say anything. Instead he pushed, sheathing. Where he lived the sidewalks were almost black they were so dirty. They had years of accumulated vomit, urine, spit, blood and gum on them. These sidewalks were so bright he thought they might blind him. He liked the burbs. The nice neat houses with their neat lawns and gardens. Everything seemed perfect, except he knew what happened when the husbands were away. The sluts who lived in those neat houses cheated on their husbands every day. He walked on muttering to himself. When he got to the. Who was she?“Theresa. My stepsister. Please do not possess her! My mother and her father were married in Washington after you possessed me. Where did you go?”I went home. And I have no desire to possess anyone.“Did you suffer when you returned? I was upset with you, but I do not wish you to be tormented in hell.”Miranda, home is the 21st century. If I’m suffering, it is when I am here.“I am sorry. Demon Ramie, I release you from my summons to return from whence you came.” She sounded so. He didn’t notice any children, or any extended family. Just them. ‘You do not have those, do you?’ she remarked. It took him a moment to realize she was talking about the photographs embedded into the wall. He shook his head. Her fingers tapped against the wall, and a computer terminal apparated before them. She brushed her fingers against some of the controls, and there was a click from the other room. ‘You want a bath?’ she asked. He nodded. She lead him past a living room into a spacious.