I found myself sucked into this story, and actively disappointed when it ended – Not because it was a bad ending, but because I wanted more. I loved hearing Marie’s interior monologue. Marie is realistic in her doubts about the supernatural events, but not so overwhelmed in doubt that it becomes to the focus. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this story.
On the drive back to his place, Daddy had my tits out and was squeezing them so hard, I knew I’d bruise. When he slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers found my sopping wet pussy. “You’re so wet, baby girl” he’d commented without ever taking his eyes off the road. “What were you thinking about during dinner?”
Jill checked her lipstick and gave her red hair a quick pat before stepping in front of the camera.
“Tonight, the team and I will be staying in what has been called the most haunted house in America” she continued the spiel about the place, ending by feigning a look of fear. “The team and I will be seeing what happens when we stay the night.”
Des kissed Will again, and Natalie wriggled between them. She hadn’t known she could be more turned on, but watching them she was. All the teasing, the two of them touching her has Natalie ready to explode.
She could guarantee there was a wet spot on Des’s couch. Now he was going to punish her. Des rose from the couch, “What did you do wrong, kitten?” he asked.
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Victoria was learning that magick wasn’t easy. The Pharaoh Djet was still calling her back to him, but the path wasn’t a straight line. After awakening him from his centuries’ long rest, he had disappeared. Colin, Dr. Bishara, had explained that Djet was being pursued by Anubis, a god bent on returning him to the Land of the Dead, where technically he belonged. Their job had shifted from joining Djet, to finding the tools to keep the Anubis away from Djet.
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Paul began clearing away the dinner plates. Crystal hadn’t planned on spending Christmas Eve with Paul, but once again she couldn’t pass up being with him. He said he planned an entire evening together as a Christmas gift for her.
A holiday party at a sex club sounded exactly like the kind of hijinks Liz wanted. She slipped into the gorgeous red lingerie set that had been a gift from one of her beaus. She topped it off with a leopard trimmed Santa hat, and headed out the door.
Crystal hated the holidays. Maybe it was the weird disconnect that Southern California had from “winter” ideals. She’d be lucky if it would be cold enough to wear a light coat by December 25. All the fake snow and scarves weren’t doing much for her when it was still in the mid-70s. Maybe it was just the endless loop of Christmas songs that set her teeth on edge. Maybe it was her recent 45 birthday.