She chanted in a familiar language. French, maybe Italian? Huh... A French Demoness? Cute. Then she disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared. I...didn't even get the chance to ask her about my new powers before she left, because I was still caught up thinking about demons that happened to also be French.But, I did indeed feel different. Something about me had definitely changed. I strayed up to a mirror, hoping I hadn't begun growing any additional body parts. Fortunately, no new. . But all those plans had flushed down.. The morning when her people left for nagpur she asked me to meet her.. We met at a café near her place.. She was really sad.. We spoke for a while when I hesitantly asked her if we could spend time at her place.. She denied.. She was scared because of the neighbors.. I still tried to convince her.. But she did not listen.. We had lunch together and I dropped her near the same café.. I came back to my apartment where my friends were planning a booze party. She pulled me close and we began to kiss passionately. Then she broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes."Do you want to call uncle, Pete?" No... I don't!"Joan lowered until her pussy lips covered the throbbing purple head of Dave's cock. Then she squeezed my hand, tilted her head, and looked at me questioningly."You sure... Hubby?" she chided as a naughty smile crossed her face.I kissed her hand as I put my other hand on the small of her back, and pushed down, impaling Joan on his cock.She. Once she saw the submissive expression return to his eyes, she slithered her body back into position and wrapped her tongue around his meaty fuck pole. She grazed her teeth along the bulging sides of his cock as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled wildly around the dome shaped head. Throaty ropes of saliva spewed from her lips to coat his member. The squelching sound of her mouth slurping and sucking him to orgasm was more than the empty bottle of lube he kept beside his bed for.