Of course, a genocidal deity had no right to judge me for fucking around on my girlfriends. As “vices” went, they were poles apart.Anyway, getting...laid like this, by the Devil no less and her beloved bride, what could I say? What heathen lecher in his right mind would turn that offer down? That was particularly true when one considered that they offered me anal sex, bareback, with no danger of STIs, HIV, etc. Frankly, I could get used to this, if Nicki ever wanted an encore, no doubt of that.. "Why thank you," the snake girl said, dropping her guard.Now.Ken dropped his shoulder to make it look like he was going to dash to the right and instead sprang to the left. It was like selling a dummy to a lumbering defender on a Saturday afternoon football pitch and it worked just as well. The snake girl bought it completely as she leaned to her left and Ken left her for dead as he dashed around her other side.Unfortunately, the snake girl had something no lumbering central defender. He drew me to him, and began to move with the music. It was wonderful – ‘I could have danced, danced, danced all night!’ All to soon we sat down. It seemed natural to snuggle up to him. He put his arm around me. “Wendy,” he began. This was it! He called me Wendy! “When you came to the door at lunch time, I thought that you reminded me of someone. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But now you’re properly dressed, I can see who that was. It’s almost uncanny, and I can hardly bring myself to tell you.”. She'd seen how he'd looked at her; he was a man wasn't he? And she knew how to handle men. All she had to do were play the dead fuckers silly games and Grimwald would give her everything she wanted. "Maybe she should have just blown him in the car? Ah well too late now." She mused to herself.Just after five Michelle descended the staircase like a movie star at a premiere. She had a long split silver dress with matching silver heels. Her hair was tied up in a bun, individual ringlets hanging.