She couldn't wait to feel his touch, to feel his lips and his cock. She needed it. Her fingers slid into her vagina and she was surprised how sore she...was, but at the same time it felt so good. She reached over and snagged the phone."Liz, can you meet me at the cafe? I'll tell you when I get there. Wonderful, thanks." She hung up the phone, sat up and started getting dressed.James stood at the bottom of the stairwell which was blocked from being viewed by a set of larger double doors. He waited. He was a little proud of himself as he walked out the store with his purchases.Monday was a quiet day till he received a phone call from Kim who lived across the street. This time she said, that her garbage disposal no longer worked. She asked Bret if he could come over and have a look. Bret told her he needed to gather up some tools and would be over in half an hour.When she responded to his pressing the doorbell button, he was a little surprised. She had on a somewhat tight sweater but what. Did she love him? Was that what she'd felt. Could she love herself? But she wasn't that person anymore, was she? The Indian gods that she'd prayed to had seen to that. And he wasn't the same anymore either, that much was clear. There was a fire in him, a wild eyed southern boy look in his eyes that hadn't been there when she'd been him. Whatever exactly the old witch's gods had done, perhaps it could work out. Maybe she could be happy. Live with and love another incarnation of her old self? As. You know you could make me cum here and there but your looking for more. Your fingers explore more down south finding my panties and pushing them to the side. You find my pussy drenched in wetness. You put one finger then two inside me onto my spot and make me ride your fingers and moan. You know that I won’t just let you play, its your turn now… Noticing I am the only one naked again is nothing new. I pull your shirt off over your head kissing you ears, neck and chest slowly moving down. I.