But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, ...and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let me back up. Sorry, I got a little carried away there. My name is Christy; I'm a junior in college, studying to go into pharmacy school. I live in an apartment off campus with my two roommates. I'm pretty fit from running to the gym, and my ass is nicely. The redhead’s visual contempt and verbal bullying was a good indication of the delights he faced, and she didn’t profess to be a dominatrix; it was just that Rupert’s simpering admission that he viewed women as the superior sex, brought out the spitefulness that many women held for men, and she for one, was going to take full advantage of it.Roscoe was taken aback by the grandiose residence that was Lady Cynthia Barham’s home. The huge manor, set back away from prying eyes on a twisting. She didn't have to have the pillowy tits that heaved as she rolled onto her hands and knees, or to have that magnificent, heart-shaped ass begging to be fucked.And the demon had control over her body. Jezebel was female because that was the sex she enjoyed being. But she had dabbled as a male. For angel's, their sex was set. They couldn't change it. That would be against the rules.Demons loved to break the rules.Jezebel stroked her clit as she shaped her the nub. It sprouted, growing thick and. “You’ve made me wait so long, now open it,” the voice demanded.Pierre opened his mouth and let the fluid enter before pushing it back out and over his shirt and tie several times.Angelique stood there for several minutes, the release of pressure and the need to pee paramount. She sighed and then moaned as her fluids flooded over her husband’s face. The sheer relief was causing her lips to quiver with excitement. She had been holding it in for a good twenty minutes now, and at last it was.