That is so beautiful!" My response was, "Donna, it was spontaneous - strictly because of you and your stunning appearance! Now, since you love seeing ...me stroke my cock, I ask you to finger your cunt! Your lovely, moist, hairy cunt!" "Really? You want me to do that? I love to masturbate, but my husband wouldn't have a bit of it!" I moved to her, stroked my cock more vigorously, and took one of her hands - placing it on her lovely bush. She must do it quite a bit, as she demonstrated adept skills. “We know about that so called collection. What we’re trying to work out...” He was interrupted by Sandra.“But my parents haven’t been collected! They were at home this morning.”There was a pause. “You’re parents weren’t in the same collection as this boys traitorous parents?”“No,” we both said.There was another brief pause, then the second voice spoke again, but not to us. “Well?” he demanded of someone.“She’s still a virgin.” This was yet another voice. So there were at least four people in. Asmodeuscould attack through a Faust's cloak? ...hm, what else could it do, hewondered. He slowly rose to his feet, shaking a bit unsteadily andgrabbing the coffin for balance. He glanced down at his body andgrumbled. He focused on regulating his and the sword's energies,cancelling his Devil Trigger and sighed as the familiar sensation ofreturning to human washed over him."Now, time to head-"He paused as he heard his voice. He looked down."Oh, god damn it."* * * * *"...and that's what. His hands caressed her inner thigh, mere inches from her most private area, I was amazed when she slightly spread her legs allowing a little more access. “Okay, time for the front, roll over,” Mark said.My wife flipped over on the table and I saw that her nipples were very hard and her face looked flushed. Mark asked if she would like a towel to cover up her breasts. To my surprise, she said it was not necessary since he had gotten a good look already.Mark once again started on her shoulders.