The merchant always gave him good money for his pelts and skins.He was walking past Levy's house when a young woman, barely older than a girl, stopped...him. It was Rebecca, Levy's daughter."Hello, Pelle!" she greeted him."I greet you, Rebecca," Pelle smiled looking her over with undisguised appreciation. "You really favour your good mother."She had grown into a comely lass. Her hair was not black, but of a rich shade of dark brown, and tied back into a braid with single locks framing her face.. . I didn’t think that you literally existed. Asmodeus, the demon of lust? You’re in charge of Hell now? Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of incubus? I mean, if you fuck a woman, she’s damned or something like that? Just like if a succubus fucks a man, he’s toast? Literally in this case, given the fires of Hell? You have two succubi with you now ... groping me ... are they part of this package? What’s the plan, Asmodeus? I mean, seriously? I mean, you’re literally fondling my girlfriend’s ass. I stepped back closer. This time I was stroking my cock directly. It felt wonderful and I knew I was close to cumming. If I'd been using my brain, I would've known that I was going to get caught. My focus was elsewhere. Kelli stood up and I saw all of her right breast. They were bigger than I thought. I also had a great view of Janes's very wet shaved pussy. Kelli stepped out of view. It was everything I could do to avoid grunting and spraying cum all over the hallway. Jane stood up at the. At mid-afternoon, he always lingered on the tree shaded bench in front of the women’s dormitory. It was a perfect spot to view the parade of ‘his’ young ladies as they strolled back from the summer school classes. He would watch them stride toward him from the main campus via the long sloping sidewalk. He admired the bounce in their stride, their long loose tresses fluffed by a puff of wind, the toe to heel model stride sashaying their hips. They paraded past him, dressed in their flirty summer.