I just kited going when I got to my room. I sat on the bed to fix my new leather pants to fit around my tail. Just as I was done I felt a sharp pain i... my back as my wings, when fully opened had a wingspan of 12 feet, burst from it. To my surprise there was no blood from this. I thought now how am I going to fit into my shirts them I remembered seeing a movie with a guy that had wings he had cut the back in to strips. So I did the same to a fairly new black shirt {kind of like a Vampire Hunter. Tony had hit her with it cold. What transfer? What promotion? Why hadn't he talked it over with her. Damn him. What if she didn't want to go to LA. She loved it where they were. Loved all her friends, loved their couples friends. Her life was great and getting better all the time.Tony was surprised when she wasn't thrilled with his success. She had seemed pissed. Guess he hadn't handled that one too well. But she would get over it when she learned of the size of his raise and what that would. Rose, a dark-haired olive-skinned Italian originally from the south side of Philadelphia, was the Goth of the group, dressed in all black with black combat boots and multiple earrings. If you didn’t know her, you’d swear she was a trouble maker; in reality, she was the class valedictorian and was headed for Harvard in the fall. Faith was the youngest of the group, angelic in appearance, with high cheekbones and the bluest eyes Jim had ever seen. She had also been blessed with the biggest bust. She sucked my nipples almost to the point of me orgasming. She serviced my big, hot tits like a fucking professional dyke, and my cunt was on fire for her.Then she looked back up to me and smiled. "Let's go to bed," she whispered. "I want oral now." I leapt out of my seat and pulled her to her feet, desperate to be between her legs. We practically ran into the bedroom.Before we tumbled into bed and really started lezzing out, I removed all of Lucy's clothes. I saved her bra for last, and once.