To my relief, she just snuggled closer and went back to sleep.The next thing I knew, I was being awakened by a soft moist sensation in a most sensitiv... area. Looking down, I saw, by the daylight that filtered through the mine entrance and into our window, Amanda's black hair moving slowly over my groin. Lying back, I started to relax under her ministrations, when my memory from the night before shot me bolt upright."It's okay, baby," Amanda laughed, "I sent her packing early this morning. She's. Going out the door, I notice Pat wasn’t outside. He was nowhere to be seen.“Pat?” I ask out loud, and the response I get is bubbles rising from the pool.“You comin in?” he asked when he broke the surface.“You didn’t even wait for me?” I say smirking. I ran forward, dropping the towels on a chair, and did a front flip, diving into the pool. Staying under for at least a minute, seeing how long I could, but before I could start coming up on my own, Pat was down with me.Looking into my eyes, he. "My queen," said the crone, bowing slightly."Who are you?" asked Merilee. She might be the queen, but she didn't feel like one yet."Most call me witch," said the old woman with a small smile. "I prefer Mora, though." Well then," said Merilee, who had been brought up to be polite. "I shall call you Mora. Are you really a witch?" Some would argue about that," said the woman. "But I sense you are in pain. May I be of service to my queen?" Pain?" Merilee blinked. "I feel no pain." Some pain is felt. Marcia moaned with frustration as her orgasm was being denied her. She closed her legs and began to rub her thighs together as her wonderful dream continued. Marcia and Sonja lay on the bed together. Their kiss was deep and long and they moaned together in ecstasy as they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. Sonja pulled away slightly and began to lick and lightly suck at Marcia’s large nipple. It quickly popped out and Sonja brought her fingers up to pinch and play as her tongue.