.. Undertaker, sure. Companion? Nope.Zo buckled down and REALLY studied that manual ... it took three weeks with a magnifying glass but she got to the...going with the hero part.“Look here,” she said, holding the magnifier over the offending paragraph. “See?”“If you would hold still I might be able to see. Right now a bicycle going down the 174 Spanish Steps of Rome would have less vibration,” I said. “Gimmie that!”I grabbed the handle and looked. Sure enough ... A hero’s companion is meant to. Miss Popularity trashing the Class Clown! I was reaching for thephone to call my lawyer when a better idea came to me. * * *Before I go any further, I'd better explain something: when I wasgrowing up in Dullsville, I used to dress up in my sister's clothes. Allthe time, whenever I could. She was several years older, and after sheleft for college, her closet became my amusement park. I don't think sheever knew, and I'm sure my parents never had a clue. While they wereboth off at work,. My cock was about to rip through my jeans by now lol. I pulled her towards me grinding on her ass and running my hands over her hips as we just stood there looking at this big cock sticking through the wall!All of a sudden it was gone! I thought the guy had given up, but within a minute or two it came back through. This time the head was wet with pre cum and purple as all get out! I pulled my cock out and continued rubbing it on tinas ass as I mov0ed my hands down towards her pussy. I asked her. “This is what you were born to be. My own beautiful whore. I love you.” Davariel stiffened, his sobs choking him. He didn’t want to be fucked. Not today...not ever. “You can be dark prince, Davariel,” the little devil’s voice drifted over to them. Gadriel jumped off him. He heard the high priest unsheathe his sword, and turned to see him opening his wings. Father Gadriel would have forced himself upon Davariel if the little devil hadn’t spoken. He never loved me. No one ever really has. “Vile.