Shadow burst between them.I rarely saw the demon. It only appeared when I ran into trouble. Once, it had killed a hungry bear that decided I would mak... a fine dinner, and this would be the third set of raiders it had killed. The wild men howled in pain as the demon tore into them.I shuddered as viscera and limbs went flying, crimson painting the golden grass. I turned my back from the massacre. These men deserved it. They were murders and rapists. They would have hurt me before they were. When Tony took a cunt-slick finger and pressed it against the tight bud of her asshole, Angie drew a sharp breath. Liking the reaction, he pressed farther, until his fingertip was inside her. Now the woman caught between her father's tongue and finger thought she'd pass out from the pleasure. Frank had her big breasts in his hands and was twisting her sensitive nipples. Angie just came and came, thinking she'd had everything, until... Tony lifted his daughter's ass in his hands, her spread legs. The vivid red of her well manicured fingernails matched her toes. It was apparent where Jennifer got her good looks, and, as I was to discover as we got to know each other, her somewhat demanding character. There was no way I was able to refuse Jennifer anything, and I wondered if I would be in the same position with her attractive mother. We made small talk on the drive home, mostly discussing our children's friendship and their education, their hobbies, and their hopes for the future. Anna. ”“So long as Deborah rubs you the right way!” I grinned.“Why do you always use her formal name?”“Because that’s how she introduced herself, and she never told me to call her anything else.”“I go by ‘Deborah’ professionally,” Deborah said. “It just sounds better than ‘Deb’ or ‘Debbie’.”“What about Krissy?” I asked.She smiled, “In athletics, that works better than Kristiana, which is my given name.”“Norwegian heritage?” I asked.“Blonde hair and blue eyes gave it away?”“Partly. Having lived in.