The party was going great and I was having a ball talking to everyone. I caught up with Celia, a nice woman, married to Frank the slob. He is a slob a...nd Celia will tell you he is. Frank hasn’t worked for over ten years and stays out of work playing the benefits system by complaining of a bad back. However, that has never stopped him laying patios in his spare time or playing around of golf two or three times a week. He is of medium height about five foot six with receding hairline and extremely. Laharl...?" Flonne asked, her brain still trying to wrap itselfaround what she just heard. The cobalt-haired demon before her immediatelywent rigid, before very slowly turning her head to face her."F-Flonne..." she gulped. Now that Flonne got a good look at her face, itwas more than obvious that this demon was Laharl; her features weresofter, but she had the same prideful eyes, same sharp eyebrows, samespoiled pout. Plus she had mostly retained her usual voice, but with asofter and more mature. The room had a big square sink with a sprayer off to the side. After getting the water warm, I put her pussy up over the edge of it as I slid her off my dick. She reached down to take the sprayer to wash my dick off in the sink as her pussy drained. I returned the favor to clean up the mess I made inside her. Once she was sure my dick and balls were very clean, I carried her back over to the stool to hold her to me as she sat on my lap.She needs this intimacy and cuddling more than she would. I knew deep down I wanted her back, even though she had done all those outrageous things, but I also knew that only she could really hurt me deeply as no one else could. I spent that evening engrossed in thought over the matter and was strongly leaning to a conclusion that it would be best for me to never be involved with Jennifer romantically again. But I could not make that decision definitive.I got a hold of Brittany and sent a letter of my own back to Jennifer. I figured that since Jennifer.