. eventually, he was told to go home and he would be contacted. He never was.At war's end he received his 'honorable' in the mail. He continued to fly... as and where he could ... usually some Cub or Taylorcraft rented by a white friend.The One Dollar bid was intended to be an insult but it was the only bid and he took possession ... rather chagrined by the fact he now owned an ex military aircraft with bloodstains and a single bullet hole.A succession of neighbors hauled 5 gallon 'jerry-cans' of. She wasnt aware that Trip was naked behind her, his cock lubed up and ready and that he considered what he was doing with her own juices a courtesy. Rubbing his fingers on her back to wipe away what else he could of her juices Trip positioned himself behind the bent over girl. She braced herself for the pressure as she felt the head of Trips cock against her rosebud, but he pushed forward and much easier than she remembered before (or even earlier this evening) she opened up for him and soon he. ‘Fuck me, you devil!” Lola demanded, pushing back hungrily at the incubus, her hips and ass moving in lustful strokes to work with him, “I want to be yours ... to have your seed grow inside me, a demon spawn to do your will! I think that I should tell you now that I’m actually a Satanist. Yeah, I know ... shocker, right?”“Not really,” Asmodeus lied as naturally as if mere breathing, “I could have predicted that easily about you, given how displeased you are with old-fashioned, Christian. ’ Sarah blinked as he waved his hand, sending a shower of dust before her, revealing a surface clear as a lake, rippling, widening to show nature wreaking havoc on worlds in parallel times. The sky changing color and the suns were dimming in their movement, suffering, death, hunger and chaos reigning supreme as mortals and fae alike watched lives come raining around them in disaster. Sarah closed her eyes against the bile that rose up in her throat, drawing deep breaths to fortify herself as.