"I love French cooking." I know, you told me so when we had our first chat." I chatter too much." No you don't, you were answering my questions. "You ...lso like ElvisPressley, The Supremes, Roberta Flack, Matt Monro and Schumann,Beethoven, Sibelius, Purcell, Verdi and Puccini." You've forgotten Delibes, Delius, Elgar, Saint-Saens, Borodin,Khachaturian, The Platters and Doris Day." No I haven't," and he reached down and pulled a briefcase from underthe seat, opened it and gave a flat packet to me. " Oh yeah?... I suppose he wanted sex, too?" Yup... and I fucked him real good, too. Cuz I wanted something from him."Jill's curiosity is aroused. "What did you want from him?" Well... You remember when Carla said the only way to really make this apartment feel like it's our home is to paint the walls and start from scratch?" Yeah, I remember." Well... when he was here, he started coming on to me like he always does. And I thought, 'I wonder if I can play slutty and bribe his horny ass into. Deepika mam didn’t let my dick go even after my climax and she was stroking it hard with her hand, kissing the tip of my dick and very soon, my dick started to gain size in her hand and soon it was at its full length.Now Deepika mam told me ” boy now its time for the final show. fuck my pussy as if there’s no tomorrow and tear it apart.” saying so she sat on me positioning her pussy in front of my dick and she sat down taking my entire length into hers. My dick went in without much difficulty. “But I cannot sit around here doing nothing.”“What can you do?” she asked softly. There was a touch of emotion to her voice that tempered her normal tones when she talked to me.I squeezed her hands gently and let her go. “I’m going to meet more people like myself. Someone will know how to find her.”Faith blinked at me. “You mean you’re using...” and she looked behind her as if checking for anyone listening in, “ ... magic?”I nodded, thankful that she understood.“But won’t it take you time to.