Her twelve friends had all been picked especially for this occasion and all were pretty much as frivolous as their hostess. None of these silly, but l...keable, young ladies had the slightest idea what they would do if the Spirit of the Old Wood DID materialise!Francine was not one of the Coven. Diana had from the first excluded her best friend. Miss Francine was too fond of dominating any gathering, and Diana wanted to be in charge tonight. After all, whose parchment was it anyway? Hers! And,. It did cross my mind, briefly, that information about our movements and strength might also be traveling on that fancy wagon, but I did not say that to anyone. Just a vagrant thought, you might say.Then the lady disappeared or at least was very late in returning from her last trip home. Lieutenant Foster's company was sent out to investigate. The dozen of us scattered, generally north and east with orders to find the wagon and the woman and to report back in three days to a rendezvous point. On. She looked in my eyes. I squeezed her boobs softly. The second time I squeezed her boobs a little harder, her expressions changed.She moaned, “Ah, Vinay, Ahh yes, oh god, very nice, do it softly.” She kept moving her hands on my dick and swiftly moved to my meatballs. I could feel my body heat up in no time. The soft feeling of her velvety boobs made me crazy. She pulled back her hands from my dick. She affectionately caressed my hair. She pulled my head down to kiss my lips. She gently sucked. Terence’s sex life had become second rate with Byron gone, and sexual encounters with other partners, meaningless. The passion that Terence had always enjoyed with Byron had completely vanished.Terence often thought about the first night they made love. Early one Sunday morning Terence again sat recalling how; after undressing the exquisite man before him, for the first time, his mind had been blown away by Byron’s lithe perfection.“Terry, please make love to me,” Byron exclaimed.“Jesus, you.