Was I just thinking too much? I needed to get a little perspective here. Despite all the supposedly fabulous men I had dated, I had never really had a... boyfriend. Shocking, isn’t it? What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation. A boyfriend would feel entitled to make demands on my. Amy moaned softly as he did this, and then he placed the head of his cock against her tight opening and pushed.She was very excited and very wet, and his cock slipped inside her pussy easily. She groaned and reached back to pull him closer and deeper into her as his cock slid into her pussy. He pushed his entire cock into her tight, wet pussy in one stroke and then held it there, exhaling in sensual pleasure as he reveled in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy encasing his cock like a wet. Her face drew into that tight-lipped frown that a lot of older ladies use; it says: 'I severely disapprove of what you're doing, and I'll do my best to stop you.'Just before lunch, I was called into Mr. Wainwright's office for a 'consultation'. I told him everything I'd told Beatrice, which wasn't much. Connie had advised me not to give any details about where I'd be working or what I'd be doing. Old Arnold really kept at me for a while, asking questions and uttering pronouncements of doom on. ”“That’s ok.” Logan bared his teeth in a feral grin. “How are you at playing wounded bird?”The Succubus stretched her wings out to feel hot wind tickling over the delicate membranes. She soared and swooped on the shifting currents in lazy spirals. A long, sinuous tail trailed behind. From up here, the broken landscape could hide little from her raptor’s gaze.Movement on the ground caught her eye. She banked hard but saw only a small, furry animal scampering into cover and gave it no further.