She parted herself now, but it was no longer her hand it was a premonition of things to come. She lightly brushed her clitoris as a bolt of energy rus...ed through her body making her knees momentarily weak. Back and forth she moved. Grinding onto her own hand, his hand. Then without warning she, he, penetrated her. In and out over and over, that big cock was ravishing her. Then from deep within, it started as a shudder, a small spark in a dark night, she felt her orgasm coming. More and more the. She carefully pulled back some bark to reveal a hole. From the hole, she plucked a vial. She led me back to my house, pushed me in a chair and went to the kitchen. She came back in a minute with a soda.“Drink,” she commanded. I pushed the button on my digital watch to start the stop watch portion. “Drink,” she said again. I looked at her blank expression as I drank. Then, she said, “OK. I am finished.”I pushed my stop watch again. Five minutes had elapsed. “No way!” I thought, but it showed. I was 22 years old and divorced, and had discovered that I really liked women better than men. I also was into bondage and was definitely a 'top'. I stood about 5'8" tall and weighed about 118 lbs., all nicely distributed on my lanky frame. My mom was still very good looking at 42, shorter than I was at 5'3", and was more "Rubenesque" in stature. She knew of my lesbianism, but ignored it as she hoped it was just a "phase" I was going through. I dated a few women, but was not going with anyone. “Danny,” Justin called out as if he was calling me from a different room.“Yes,” I answered with a smirk, as I examined my handiwork.“Can you put the door to the bedroom back please,” he asked with a tinge of exasperation in his voice.I giggled and altered the shield to see Justin standing on the other side. “Can you see me,” I asked.“No, all I see is a solid wall. But if I touch it, I can feel that something isn’t right,” he said. I watched his expressions as he examined where the shield was.