This particular evening she was in leggings with a large baggy blouse that ended just above her knees, a belt round her plump stomach and the top butt...ns undone to reveal her cleavage. I had been eyeing her up and I think she noticed so, when it was closing time, I offered her a ride home.We pulled up outside her front door. “Fancy coming in for a coffee”? She asked.How could I resist so we went inside her house. It was one of those small town, terraced types where the front door led. I lay partially on his hips, still kneeling with my ass in the air. He tried to force his cock down my throat, but I was in control. My hand kept his cock from going too far into my mouth but left me a generous amount to suck and lick, and my weight on his hips kept him from bucking around too much.My buddy was sure enjoying my cocksucking, and I could taste the pre-cum that was oozing from his cock. But he wasn't doing much for me. I stopped sucking and just jacked him a little."Hey, how about. The shaman stepped forward, and while his acolyte shook little bells, that made a tinkling sound, he had a bunch of leaves and feathers in his hand, they were burning, and they smelled terrible. He ululated, it is to be presumed that this was the ceremony, or at least a very important part of the proceedings. He intoned, self-importantly, “the village is double-blessed, we have today not only a virgin, whose time is come, but more importantly, we have a boy, who is about to enter manhood. It is. On occasion, when no one was looking, he would squeeze my ass, letting me know he was thinking about me, but that was it. No one knew anything about us. Derek was a few years older than me and had kind of seduced me that first time. I never thought for a second though how much I would grow to love his big, black, hanging cock.”Can I come over?” I asked quietly, when no one else was around. Derek looked at me and smiled as he nodded his head, yes. He knew what I wanted and his sly smile said it.