I will forever associate the song with that dance; it was the Everly Brothers, All I Have To Do Is Dream. She snuggled into my neck and I never wanted...it to end. She must have felt my erection pushing against her but did and said nothing. By 1:45 I was the only guest remaining and I offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty odd revellers. She began to wash up as I collected the debris and delivered it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen I stared at her arse and became. Naughty eyes.An angel? I asked the futa-demon.This nosy bitch name Grace that’s been watching me for like 600 years. She’s sooooo boring. Always wants to have sex in the missionary position with the lights out. Imagine that for 600 years. The same cock. The same position. The same angel.Her name is Grace? I blinked. You have a name?D’oh. Spice. Now, your mom’s Grace’s agent, but she’s also so turned on by having a cock. Grace forgets that all humans are sinners. Some are just better at. Harold had been relieved as well that it was not the District Attorney, Clyde Brooker, a grandstanding old fuddy-duddy who was representing the people but one of his assistants, Greg Fournier, a young up-and-coming lawyer, known for his technical expertise and level-headed behavior at court."Be seated." Mr. Fournier, Mr. Pettigrew ... are we ready to begin?" Yes, Your Honor." In that case, will you please start off, Mr. Fournier?" The people rest, Your Honor."As Harold had expected, Fournier's. It seems to stop me from cumming but I could still feel sperm rushing up the shaft of my cock. Kathy could feel it to so she flicks my cock really hard. This stops whatever urge I had to orgasm. She let my cock go and semen started to slowly ooze out and she opens her mouth and drinks it all up. My erection is as solid as ever and Kathy got back into the original bent over position for me.“Okay big boy, you want to fuck my bum hole? It’s all yours.” She said.Without another word I grab.