."Terry stuttered nervously."I would not want you to do something that you really do not feelcomfortable doing," calmed Carmen as she sat up taller an...d pushed her titsout even further. She was slowly massaging her swollen tits and she wouldoccasionally pinch her engorged nipples causing her milk to drool over herslender fingers.Terry's eyes lowered again to watch the lewd display in front of her as shebegan to question what she should do. Although she knew that it was wrongshe felt an. It flared as if it were alight before turning to ash. I spun the spear and jabbed the other way while continuing towards the shimmer. The point sank into another demon and it froze before turning to ash like the first. I brought the spear back and shifted and brushed a large black sword to my right.I was going to stab forward and into the huge demon that held the sword. Instead lightning cascaded down the blade melting it before encasing the demon. It began to smoke and then burst into flames. First time Billy didn't and it hurt somethin' awful."I didn't need any urging. Dropping to my knees beside her, I put my hand on the fat, smooth prominence between her legs. It was excitingly different from Brenda's pussy, almost bald and creamy white. The bulging flesh was bisected by a vertical slit, closed except for the slight depression where her rounded, juvenile labia came together. I pushed the lips apart, testing the pliant flesh with my fingers, noting its soft yet springy resilience.. Andersen, Victor's boss. Broad-shouldered and strong, nature had obviously indended Darrel Kennith Andersen to be a hulking juggernaut of a man, but his body had never gotten the hint, stopping its vertical ascent at four-foot-six. Except for a forelock at the front and some stubborn growth at the back, the man was bald, though he had once had a full head of ebony hair. Character lines from his fifty years as a reporter and, later, an executive, had built themselves around the taut scar-line.