There were a dozen cemeteries in the town of Sunnydale, and each as familiar to the Slayer as her own backyard. For a town of Sunnydale’s size, the ...number of graveyards might seem excessive to a casual observer, but the small community was far from ordinary. It was built a century before over the Hellmouth, an entrance to the underworld and a center of demonic activity.Her companion, dark-haired and dressed in similar clothing, if of a darker shade, waited a few seconds and then headed for the. One night, after a long shift, Sofia found herself sitting amongst friends enjoying a lively conversation over bottles of Sidra. She knew most of the faces and names in the convivial group, but there was one unfamiliar face she couldn’t take her eyes off of.Joaquim, was older, in his early 30’s, with the appearance of a well travelled vagabond filled with worldly experiences. His dark narrow eyes, permanent scruff, and disheveled hair heightened his mysterious air and was further complimented. I knew Kim would be hometomorrow and this might be my last chance to dress in her clothes. When I got to Kim's house that afternoon the first thing I did was take ashower. It was hot outside and I was sweaty. While I was in the shower Idecided to shave off all the hair on my legs and underarms. I thought ifI was going to dress completely like a girl I wanted to make the most ofit. When I was done I walked into Kim's room to look for the perfectdress I was going to wear . Until then I. Unable to disobey Lermes turned to first the raven headed Herena to drink from her pissing pussy before finishing with her lips practically touching the fiery hairs of Hastashia’s muff. She opened her mouth to receive a third helping of divine urine.‘That was enjoyable,’ said Lera, stepping back from her toilet stance above the piss soaked goddess, her leak done. Herena had also finished but it seemed that the coppery haired Hastashia was enjoying herself too much to cease peeing.‘That will be.