Like Ephasia he had long, golden hair, although his seemed to want to curl—a lot like hers did, except that hers usually succeeded. ‘Ephasia!’ h... said sharply, his eyes flitting over Cypress. ‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ ‘Oh, don’t worry, bro,’ Ephasia cooed, pulling Cypress up against her side. ‘I’m just showing our sister here the world she belongs in.’ He frowned. ‘Ephasia, I don’t think—’ ‘Relax!’ Ephasia interrupted. ‘Cy, hun, this is Solomon. He’s my…well, I guess I should say. He is wearing his private wear collar, complete with black leather bound in metal, and leash hooks. I look down at him still wearing the panties and heels. I utterly adore seeing his ass, cock and balls pressed tightly in a pair of women’s silk panties. The first time I tried putting lipstick on him I wanted to just see him made up. He absolutely makes me crave his mouth. The look. The feel as his tongue strokes my pussy deep. Fuck. He licks my pussy making me cum hard. Gushing. Seeing him. I thought to myself, "It might be cold outside, but not in my home", and then I realized...I had called my house a "Home".It hadn't seemed like home since my wife died, but now that love had returned to my house it became "home" again.Silently I began wishing for a blizzard to snow us all in.As we walked towards the house all holding each other the snow began falling harder.I smiled. Two days ago, little did I know the Christmas gifts I'd soon be getting.It was going to be one hot winter. And I told her that since Tony had never done anything half-way in his life, that I was sure that he was welcome with God where he is now.’ Dean paused. They looked down at the Hispanic angel stretched out on top of the sheets and saw the tension lines fading from her face. ‘And I told her that we needn’t pray for Tony, that we needed to pray for those of us who were still here.’ They saw that her lips were parted, and moved a tiny bit, as if she was speaking, but Val and Dean could make out.