Angel returned to watching Emily eat.+-+-+When Angel saw Rich’s truck pull up in the parking lot, Angel gathered the trash and threw it away, then r...turned to pull Emily to her feet and out of the restaurant.She opened the back passenger door to Rich’s truck and half threw, half shoved Emily inside. She shut the door and hopped in the passenger’s seat next to Rich.Rich threw the truck in gear and drove out of the parking lot. They sat silently for a while as Rich drove. Angel couldn’t even look. Simon almost shouted out but managed not to draw too much attention as he turned and threatened that Cassie would pay for that as he tried to grab for her tits.Both he and Cassie set off chasing around the garden until they disappeared around the side of the house and then they seemed to disappear. Ritchie led Gareth off to one side and quietly asked how was his relationship between his dad and he; an almost puzzled Gareth asked what he meant by that! Ritchie took the risk and explained about. ..” I searched for the right word. “They’re too real. Does that makes sense?”Ealaín nodded, her pure-white hair sliding about her ebony features. “They lack any style.”“Yes!” I said, enthusiasm rising me. “There’s no subjectivity. I can’t paint my expression in them. Not when I have to mimic the real world. I don’t get to pour any of my truths into them. Instead, I have to paint other’s truths. Reality’s boring truths. I miss it so much. It was nice dancing before the faerie, and I do get to. I closed my mouth over his cock, relishing the freedom to surge upwards, welcoming the wet heat it offered into my throat. He groaned as I sucked on it and wanked it, tugging on his ball sack and the root of his cock; a frenzy of carnal craving. “I want your spunk,” I whispered breathily, using my saliva as lubricant while I wanked Hunter’s cock against my lips. “No shit. I kinda got that.” “You did?” I asked innocently. “Well?” I curled my tongue into the collecting scoop shape once again. .