"Go to the fridge out there and grab us a can of lemonade can you please?" she said, almost in her manager voice again.I did as I was told and returne... to the bed.After a rest, we fucked once more, this time doggy style before we fell asleep. Spent.There was plenty more to cum, if you know what I mean, over the next two days of the weekend. I lost count of how many times we played the baby making game, and by Sunday afternoon when I finally left her place to go home our sex act was down to a. I stopped before she slid off of my tongue and wiggled it back and forth while letting out a small moan of my own and she sank down onto my face like a wet cloth thrown onto a counter! She splashed herself down onto my face and I only just was able to withdraw my tongue and wrap my lips around her clit!“Does that feel good?” I heard Lynn ask.“Oh god, YES!!!” She started to slowly rotate her hips down onto me as I sucked and massaged her clitoral mound with my lips and flicked her sensitive nub. There was something cute about him. He had a deep southern accent, and I took him as something of a redneck, although he didn't seem to have a problem hitting on a black girl. He kept telling me about how he was on the football team, and the whole time he was talking I don't think he took his eyes off my breasts at all.The punch had done its job, I was pretty drunk myself. In fact, at one point, leaning against a railing talking to him, I almost fell over.He grabbed me. I felt like a little toy. "I got my keys and we walked down to my study. My study was large and comfortable, and I had spent the money to have it soundproofed against lawnmowers outside and the catfights inside. It was comfortable, I hit some switches on my desk and lights and music came on and we sat on one of my few luxuries, a leather couch large enough for even me to sleep on.As Sara sat down I noticed something different in her manner. She was a witch now, and she had taken some control of her demeanour, she was.