I shook my head, though about who I could ask to replace and swore, all my friends were couples or prudes. I sat going through my phone contact list ...n the hope I'd forgotten someone then my sister, Maya came into my room."Thanks for knocking Sis, I could have been sitting here jerking off." I said."Whatever, you wait until everyone's sleeping, I know your filthy habits." She replied, we both laughed."You need something?" Yea, ran out of paper and forgot to buy more, can I borrow a pack? I'm. The craving in her cunt wanted it deep and hard.The black guy had laid on his back and she had been instructed to lower herself down onto that mighty weapon. Shit, that fucking thing looked like it must have been almost 10 inches long, and the cock head seemed to be throbbing just before she sat down on it."Okay, you start frenching her as your fucking her, and I will join in when she is ready."All it took was a couple of minutes of kissing the black guy as his cock was pounding into her. It’s Kitik now. Anyhow, well, when can we have him back?”“Weird name,” he told her. “Sounds like one of them clicking almost. That why the change?”“Yes, in a way. But how about it, isn’t he ready by now?”He sighed. “Yes, he is. But I sure hate to part with him. We’re down to only seven right now, another one died just the other day, and I sure could use him. I know we’d pay your boss well, more than he spent, and you do have another one, don’t you?”“Kitik’s not for sale,” she said firmly. “Not. Just like Quincy, Chance reckoned. And ‘The New Ager’s Biography of Aleister Crowley,’ including, it said, many passages from Crowley’s ‘Magick in Theory and Practice!’ Chance set fire to some logs in the fireplace, fixed a gin and tonic, and settled in cozily for some good old-fashioned reading. He started on Simpson’s book first, but threw in the towel halfway through. Yeah, Simpson was as good an M.E. as old Quincy, maybe better even, but who the fuck cares? The book on Crowley was a totally.