For almost as long as she had lived here, Desirée had been coming to visit the pretty bleach-blonde thirty-year-old at least twice a week, and ...hey were fast friends. The only thing that Desirée didn't particularly like about the older woman had been her liaison with Clete, for she could never quite get over her aversion to interracial romances. She, Desirée, could never be so involved, and the idea of her friend's doing it put her off. But then Clete and Liz had split up. You said I could some more. Yes, I guess did. OK, I guess so. I pulled off my shirt, pants and underwear. I spread my legs, and she knelt between them, leaning over my dick. Will you take off your shirt again? I asked cautiously. OK, she said. She took off her shirt, and said, Can I just get naked too? I quickly nodded yes, and watched as she pulled off her pants. She put her hands on the sides of her little panties, but hesitate. Its OK, I assured her. She pushed down, and I got my first look. Her hips came up from the mattress, and she went rigid under me again.That was all that I could stand and I slammed into her one last time, as deep as I could get in her now rigid body, and dumped a full load of cum into her womb, as I had hit her cervix when I buried myself in her. Shortly Abby collapsed to the mattress again, and I fell off to her good side. We were both wasted and fighting for breath.I was still lying there regaining my breath when I felt a pair of soft lips and a tongue. He said, “I just do not understand why these people act like they are going to attack us then when I confront them they run off. What are they doing? Is it some type of ritual or something?”Blossom looked at him strangely and said, “You Shaman. Mind Speak very frightening to people. They not know you really kind and good man. Perhaps, they not care. They see your magic strong and run.”“What do you mean Blossom? What mind speak?”“You, I do not know, you push with your mind like hand in their.