One night I came home and Donna had invited a local voodoo priest over to the house. She said that she had found his number in the phone book and that...he could help couples experience a new view on their marriage. I had to stifle a major guffaw. He claimed that his office was located right in the heart of the French quarter.He was dressed in traditional Haiti grab. Or so he said it was. To me he looked as if he was wearing a grandmother's MUU-MUU. He wore a pointy cap and was covered in beads. As the levels of passion increased, the amount of activity in the room started to change. At first I did not notice, but the moaning sounded like it had subsided. All of a sudden, I felt a tongue coming up my leg, yet my cock was still in Michelle's mouth. While I was tongue deep in her pussy, Kristen and Jeff had decided they wanted to join all of us. It was Kristen that was licking her way up my thigh until she sucked my balls into her mouth. While she joined us, Jeff had walked over to Angie. “Yes, baby. Fuck me baby. Fuck me.” She said. I was so turned on, I didn’t want to lose the feeling to a rushed orgasm. I slowed myself down again and pulled out of her. I sat down on my couch and said, “Come here baby and suck my cock.” She flipped around and grabbed the base of my hard cock. She began sucking on the head of my aching cock. She then started sliding her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock. She started jacking me off while sucking on the head of my cock again. I looked down. She didn't move her hand so I bent my head over and kissed her, pulling her tight. She let out a soft moan and passionately kissed me back, squeezing my cock through my jeans. The petting continued for several minutes until she broke away and said lets go to the spare bedroom. I practically leaped from the couch and led her by the hand, my head whirling with excitement and anticipation. Kicking off her sandals she laid back on the bed and raised her arms to me. I quickly shed my jeans and.