I would get so aroused as we did. Her thoughts, her words and her sentiments were extremely titillating. I wasn’t used to a woman who talked openly ...bout sex and who was actually willing to admit that they loved it. That was all the more enchanting to me. The desire that we felt for each other continued to grow. I can remember feeling my heart pounding even before she would arrive online for our regular chats. We would fantasize about a meeting in a secluded inn with a thick braided rug. We. She tasted fantastic, i’ve tasted a lot of pussy since then and to tell you the truth no pussy ever tasted as sweet. I began pounding her wet pussy raw with three fingers, she really began to scream. “Oh fucking hell”, she’d scream, “it’s so good, it feels so good”. She began to rub my cock harder as my pounding became faster. “I don’t want to cum yet”, I gasped! She quickly grabbed my balls tight, jamming my perennial point making me explode with exctasy but not shooting any cum. “That was. Her lip trembled and her cheeks radiated heat. “That sway in your hips, the shine in your eyes, not to mention…” He let the back of his fingers brush against the hard bud of her nipple and she gasped. “You make me think very filthy thoughts.” She huffed and stood up. “You don’t believe me?” She pursed her lips and smoothed her skirt. “Please stop making fun of me. Now if there’s nothing else you need, I have work to do.” He put his arm out to bar her way. “Wait, I wasn’t making fun of. So... 'Stan, what would you say if I told you that those stories weren't made up? That there really are witches and vampires and other Races?' 'I'd say you've had enough scotch,' Stan laughed and leaned over to move the bottle out of my reach. 'I'm serious. What if I proved there's magic? That I'm a witch… Would you freak out? Could you keep my secret?' 'Sure. You know I'd never say anything that would get you locked up in a looney bin, Ollie.' 'I'm serious, Stan,' I repeated and walked to.