”Miranda, home is the 21st century. If I’m suffering, it is when I am here.“I am sorry. Demon Ramie, I release you from my summons to return fro... whence you came.” She sounded so contrite. I couldn’t help feel a fondness for her. I’d just saved her life, I guess.Please, Miranda. Stop calling me a demon. I already told you that you can’t summon and dismiss me. It just doesn’t work that way.“Yet you were ... That was ... He was...”I killed him. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to kill him. I just. My mouth began to fill with a warm wash of semen, injecting suddenly and repeatedly. I swallowed it as fast as it entered, keeping it at the back where I didn't so much taste it as I felt it. I gobbled mouthful after mouthful, enjoying the pulsating rhythm of thrusts that came with it."Ohhh, fuck. Wow..." He said. I licked the last of his cum off the head of his penis, coming up off of it. The peehole was red now, his mushroom head engorged and sensitive. Sitting up, I swished the last of his. After another round of drinks he confessed to me that he has lately turned as a Voyeur and enjoys watching people or sex movies, and masturbating in the end. I wanted to help him and asked my wife if she would mind being little exhibitionist for him. Though reluctant at first, she agreed to let him view our love making, but only at a condition that he won't indulge. On that fateful night she dressed in a very skimpy dress, and it really made Hamid ogle at her with gaping eyes. Slowly I put her. I learned my lesson last time." Okay, I'll ask my mom."Mom gave me a little static, but relented when I pointed out that it was daylight and we'd be home before dark.I dressed carefully. I chose my shortest black skirt, black panties, and a white blouse that almost, but not quite let my breasts show through. I didn't bother with a bra.Ken arrived around one, told my mother we'd be home by 6:30 and we were off. I was pleased to see that his old car had bench seats rather than bucket seats. As.