I then jumped into the shower for a quick once over and after drying trotted to the kitchen table.“I love it when you trot like that.”“Oh?”“... like the way your penis and testicles bob and bounce.”“Bob and bounce?”“Yes.”“The way your butt does when you run?”“That was fun?”“It was.”I dug into my healthy salad as ‘She’ poured me a glass of Merlot before taking her place sitting by my side with a hand on my thigh, remembering the other night.We got in a bit of a mood and at 2:20 in the morning. My hands run down her body towards her pussy as well and I unzip her jeans and stick my hand inside her pants and rub my fingers on her pussy lips. Even through her panties I can feel her wetness. “ mmmm, that feels good.” she moans. She then pulls my shorts and panties down and I feel her fingers enter my very wet pussy. I yank her panties to the side so I can put my fingers inside her as well. We quickly find a rhythm with our hands. We are pushing our fingers in and out of each. These females were beautiful, except for the eyes... again.As the brunette placed her hand on my chest I noticed she had some sort of crystal that wrapped around her wrist and around the middle finger. I saw a single flash of violet light coming from the crystal under the middle finger and then I felt calm. As if I had been drugged, but I did not feel drowsyness. I became errect and as soon as this happened, both of them grabbed my cock and began stroking it. The brumette had long dark brown. She pants as her breath seems knocked out of her. His fingers are doing magic on her clitoris. She realises that when he fucks her, when his black shaft invades her, forcing its way in, it would be the most intense experience of her life. She does not know it, but her legs involuntarily shift wider apart. Opening her slick pussy, she thrusts her hips back onto his fingers as the instincts took over.He senses it is time, because he rapidly removes his fingers and lets go of her wrists. He holds.