She gently squeezed my shaft, draining out the last drops of cum. I hadn’t heard her coming, and I wasn’t yet fully aware of the situation. All I ...new was that it felt good to have her there. I looked at her in the mirror. She was smiling, her straight long blonde hair falling delicately over her breasts. “What are you doing?” she asked softly, taking the pair of white cotton panties from my hand. I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there with my mouth open, realizing that I was still wearing. " Still, McAllister, it was well done of you to run him through for me. Here's a door."McAllister nodded, absently, while feeling around the edges of the doorframe. "There is a lock, but my fingers sense something," he told her."I feel sorcery all about this place," she replied. "This western wing seems to be all about sorcery, by the feel of the place. There are many small sources here." What do we do about them?" he asked."We pull at them, draining them into our internal fire," she replied.. I stood up as well, assuming that our meeting was over. As I grabbed my coveralls, Pat said "don't get up yet, l was just grabbing another grass of wine. Why don't you join me. It's Friday afternoon, it's hot outside, how much more did you expect to get done anyway?" Put sat back down and handed me a beer, "now, where were we" she said. "Oh, that's right, no one wants to admit the truth about sex. Admit nothing and you are a prude, tell too much you are a slut. And I know the equivalent is true. I placed my hands upon her hips to guide her, though she certainly didn't need my help. I moved my hips in perfect sync to Mindy's movement in order to drive deep into her pussy. She was so tight; it felt ridiculous when the walls of her cunt contracted around me. I couldn't stop moaning, this girl was driving me insane. She started to buck her hips faster and harder with the encouragement from my moans. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and guided her up and down on my shaft,.