Joyce

She was wearing a little red nightie that showed plenty of cleavage and stopped at the top of her thighs.

"Joyce, but you're dead! Really dead!"

She smiled wickedly and strutted over to the three fucking friends. "This is porn, Xander, plot doesn't matter."

"What..."

THe Slayer's mother interrupted, "A big strong man like you, with a lesbian and an ex-demon who's hated men most of her existence. Let me show you what an experinced woman who appreciates cock can do."