She used to come home often, and I used to have a keen eye for her.Let me tell you something about Sandy. As mentioned earlier, Sandy was 34 years old...when I met her. Sandy was wheatish in color and not the typical fair aunty that most describe. But extremely beautiful and stark and striking features. Dark brown hair dense and flowing till half of her back.Beautiful wide dark brown eyes. Slender long enough nose. Deep red full lips (she had always taken great care of her lips). Her arms and. It was the clothing of the Oracle. The very one thathung framed in her home. His head spun with thoughts about what it mightmean. It filled him with new panic, but also hope. Maybe the Oracle knewmore.As he stepped out to the corridor new strangeness threatened to overwhelmhim. It was the same corridor, but there were a lot of new lightsfloating around. Many of them the same strange ciphers he had seen in thebed. He even saw pictures. They usually floated near entrances to rooms.Showing people. He then cummed in me and took out his dick. My ass was full of cum and we slept side by side. After half an hour I was asleep when again I felt his hand on my boobs.I smiled and asked still hungry? But I am tired. He pulled my hair and threw me out of the bed near his legs on my knees. He made me look at his face and said. Don’t take me for granted bitch you are my slut and you spread your legs for me whenever I want it to. I said yes, his dominance had something. Then he guided me to his dick.. Her head half turned around to call back to him as she kept moving on through the dining room and kitchen, ‘Get us both a drink please, I’ll just be a moment, Martin. You must excuse me, I’m busting to go to the toilet.’ She almost broke into a run as her need to pee returned with a vengeance … she had first noticed the pressure in her bladder twenty minutes ago in the car while driving home. Talking to Martin in front of the house had momentarily distracted her, but now she was busting. ‘Damn,.