She was not expecting any calls from anyone anyway."Ashlei here." she said with a tinge of irritation. "Why can't these interruptions just leave me al...ne?" she thought to herself."I am at your door, needing you. Can I come inside?" She gasped. It was Nathan. She dropped the call and run to get the door. Without any hi nor hello, Nathan stepped in hugged her close to him and closed the door behind him. She pushed her back to the door and sought her mouth, exploring hers with his.She kissed him. Her tits were at least DD and looked even bigger on her slender frame, not to mention she always had her shirt casually buttoned, allowing them ample breathing. Along with this fantastic body she had the face of an angel. Blue comforting eyes and a thin smile. She was in her 40’s but you wouldn’t put her a day over 30. One year Kate had a riding accident and had to have a cast on an arm and a leg, this made doing anything very difficult for her living in a large house, being self sufficient.. Our European visitors probably did come from the original paganpriesthood. With each boasting a family tree, supposedly going back toancient Egypt and Babylon. It also meant the Fag-Hag wasn't the onlyskilled witchcraft mason in this town, not anymore. But our world has legions of skilled witches. My occult drinking sistertold me more than once, that many thousands of occult crazies really dorule (secretly) over our fractured world. Well organized cultist too,not exactly fans of God nor. " James did not listen to the rest of the conversation between her mother and the clerk. Her eyes were fixed on the guitar. Solid body electric. Fiesta Red. Three single pickups. Vibratio. James noted the triple layered guard in black-white-black. Her eyes drifted over the double cut out body, up the long neck to the black "Fender" logo on the head. A classic Stratocaster. New, of course. Looked like a ninety four model. That had to be wrong, since it was only ninety three. "Maggie? The piano.