Damian was entranced by the Angel's wings. They were huge—he estimated the wingspan to be forty feet or more—and the white was so soft it nearly h...urt to look at them. Damian imagined how this strange, beautiful girl—a most unexpected but welcome ally—would look with wings. Mesmerized by the picture in his mind, he wanted to cry out to her to stop, to go to Purgatory so that she might eventually enter Heaven and receive wings. The spectacle of her confronting the Angel left him mute."Heaven must. I pistoned my dick with my eyes peeled to those porn magazines, stopping only to turn the page from time to time. I could feel Teo’s spirit as page after page the crusty batter marked where my hunky colleague couldn’t hold it anymore and spilled his meat gun.When I felt the cum climbing out of my blossoming manhood and “make the fountain” as my cousins used to say, I would take it a little slower and just let my whole body tremble as my nipples became harder than pebbles. The last hour was. I relaxed, folding my hands in my lap. I looked at Mike again. Not that I needed a picture to keep his face in my mind. I closed my eyes, holding him before me, as handsome and as strong and loving as he had always been.Those French doors must have opened somehow. I could feel a gentle breeze on my face. Well, Lisa was going to have a fit, but I wasn't going to get up and close them. It just felt too nice. I could hear the distant roar of the ocean. "Silly old woman," I thought to myself, "The. Happy now said Mrs Brooking? Now shall I get down on my knees and suck you off? No I said. You have some fucking lovely underwear. Get upstairs and show me your knicker drawer, I want to see all your knickers and bra’s. What said Mrs Brooking, you want to perv my underwear draw? Damn right I do bitch, move it! Keep that skirt up I said, I want to watch your big soft round ass move under your black see through knickers. Mrs Brooking did as she was instructed (she always does). What a sight.