Zeigler could still see in his mind's eye how the once-proud Lonnie Carmel had looked when he had finished fucking her silly, sprawled nakedly open on...the couch, quivering, her satin legs wide-stretched on either side and her arms dangling doll-like over the edges. Her belly had been filled to the bursting point with his hot, sticky cum, and her wet matted pubic hair had glistened lewdly in the room's dim light, the insides of her creamy thighs smeared with his white semen, which trickled. She let go of his balls and pulled off of his shrinking cock. She turned to me and acknowledged me for the first time, with a wave. Then she walked over to me and kissed me, shoving most of his load in my mouth. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. After he caught his breath, he got dressed explaining he and his buddies were going to a club tonight. I was so relieved that he was leaving. It was exciting to watch but also humiliating to walk into my place and find Angela on her knees. Her pink eyes watched me with mild concern and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a flowy barely concealing shirt. A pair of glorious white wings extended from her back.“Awawawa! I didn't manage to stop them! But you shouldn't have listened to the creepy voices in the dark in the first place! I can still make this right, I'm sure I can convince you to be a good person!” She said.I looked at her and scoffed to the best of my ability, I still didn’t have a body. Why would I refuse gifts of. His voice was stern. "Do you remember what I said I was going to do the next time you got drunk and made a fool of yourself?"Angel stopped drying her hair and peered at Derrick."I don't think I made a fool of myself," she said softly."Really?" Derrick asked. His voice was firmer still. "I hate to break this to you, Princess, but putting a lampshade on your head went out in the 1970s and it hasn't been funny since the 1940s. Come here. You agreed to this." Wait!" Angel said. "You're not really.