His square face was crimson, and the stoic expression he constantly wore was gone. Now he looked vulnerable, unguarded, and yet like he finally felt s...fe for the first time in ages. They lay there quietly, with his arm around her torso, just underneath her bosom and her hand gently fondling the tip of his spent cock, which stuck out between her legs. It seemed they were about to sleep away the morning until the cabin door swung open, and a tall, muscular negress dressed in a men’s shirt and. Rita invited Sandy up to Massachusetts. She had told her about their small coven and asked her if she'd be interested in joining. It would only be one day a month.Sandy had told her it would be hard to get away more frequent than that. It would be hard to explain things to her husband about where she was."That's fine, Sandy. We only gather one day a month anyway. You can tell him I'm just picking you up and bringing you up to my place for a visit, girl talk and shopping, and watching our horror. .Only sometimes...There was no pain at all.And he called those days "Good" - and the others he called "Bad." Forhe dwelt in a world of opposites and it came naturally to him to divide things into categories like black and white, positive and negative,long and short, male and female; and to express a preference for oneaspect over another. And to the things that gave him pleasurablesensations he gave the designation "Good" - while the things that gavehim no pleasure he labeled "Bad". And he. I told her I did which seemed to please her no end.That's when she started fucking boys and leaving the door open for me to watch. If you're wondering if I really did watch, ask yourself just what you'd do. Sure I did.So, I went into puberty seeing my sister's naked body quite often, she really seemed to get off somehow showing me her body, even spreading her legs when we were in the den watching television. I mean wide, too. She'd even take a few rubs was I watched her, even licking her.