That done, as we set off for the plane my new escort holding my hand whispered, “had I heard of the mile-high club?” Too bloody right I had, ‘fi...sta’ magazine, my regular reading materiel, had had an article… I said, “I had!”, she muttered, “she so wanted to join it, and did I fancy helping her out?” that stopped me mid-stride, I can tell you, so I clumsily kissed her, thrusting my tongue down her throat to the amazement of the frosty faced stewardess collecting boarding passes and the two. I masturbated the next day thinkimg of the happenings in the inter course March 1995 she was at bus stand alone in the evening and she wanted a lift to her residence.I took her in scooter behind me and she was rubbing her right bosomon my left shoulder I became horny and grabbed her right boob with the left hand and later I caressed her right thigh near her knee.I left her and went and opened my inner wear to see that the pre seminal thick fluid oozing on the tip of my penis sticking to my. ” She picked her dress and bra up and I collected my trousers and undies. Mum led me upstairs and looking up I watched as her backside swung sideways as she ascended the stairs. I could easily see that between her legs, her knickers were soaking wet and I could see that there was some liquid running down the inside of her thigh. “Mum, did you have an accident? I can see liquid running down your leg.” “No, John,” she said, “that is my womanly juices that are to help lubricate me for sexual. She lives in New Orleans. She's gotten rich as a fortune teller. She owns a strong of fortune teller's shops. Everyone thinks it's pure hokum. No one knows that she's a real witch. She sold the Amulet to a woman name Aida Dwapps last year at Halloween. Chris, Honey, you and I are headed for New Orleans." We're going to find out where the Dwapps woman is, from the witch right?" he asked."No, Honey," I said. "Ai Dwapps and her husband, Wayne Dwapps, live in a suburb of Chicago. They're only about.