The buttons on the GIS were in overload as I pounded away.I thought I heard the door go. Perhaps mum was home... I stopped. As did he. Though his gasp...ng was still intense. Our hearts like a rabbit in head lights. Silence. I took my hand and reached around. His cock met my hand. Despite being much smaller than him it was easy to find it cause it was so big from the prostate stimulation. I held it at its base as I entered and exited him slowly. His cock was an entity of it's own pulsing in. I didnt gape at her like she probably thought i would, but id already seen too much weird to be phased, but i did wonder why she was supporting so much black if she was an angel or whatever she may be."I thought you said you werent an angel." I said with a smirk."Im not. Im a demon but to you ignorant humans im what you think is called a 'fallen angel' but no that term is wrong because that is actually what Arianna is and-." Youu know Arianna?!" I said cutting her off and ignoring the fact that. She was busy barking orders when she heard the trumpets sound. Her long brown curly hair was down flowing with her every move. Her bosom and cleavage showed, yet her glorious nipples were well hidden under her dress. She had rushed to dress so beautifully for her husband purposely. She kept her anger well hidden behind her smile.Your eyes gleam to her beauty, your heart race in remembering the days you and she enjoyed each other’s company. You wished to dive into her bosom, but you hear a. The spatial co-ordinates of Tarn Strike are577-832-965-135. Do you wish these repeated?"I blinked as the numbers came from her mouth. 577... 833, no, 832... um,957? "Yes, say them again..." It suddenly dawned on me that I didn'thave anything that I could write them down with!"You have 51 seconds remaining," said Erin in a monotone voice. "Thespatial co-ordinates of Tarn Strike are 577-832-965-135. Do you wishthese repeated?" 577, 832, 965, 13... oh shit, I don't have a pencil and paper!" I.