" He was trying to look anywhere but at me, but I was standing too close to him. His eyes bounced off my face, tits, pussy and legs, coming to rest at...my feet. He still held the washcloth between his hands in front of himself. I let my hands slide down his arms until they reached his wrists. I looked at him and he raised his eyes and looked at me, he was breathless, wondering what I would do. I licked my lips and then pushed his hands apart and knelt down in front of him. I took his jumbo cock. Naked. And fucked. And fucked a lot. It was simply amazing how my body felt light and unreal as I got fucked. I would savor every minute of uncle playing with my body, with my pussy, and as he pushed his cock into my pussy I just feel an explosion of pleasure deep within my tummy.I felt so good to have a cock in my pussy that even after he ejaculated, I would ask him to just lay on me, with his cock still inside my pussy – just so that I can feel it in me for a bit longer. Needless to say, I am. Marching stiffly up the stairs the smell of incense grew stronger, almost overpowering me as I reached the top. There, standing behind a tremendous black altar, stood a man who was undeniably a high priest of some sanguine religion. The tall, feathered mask that hid his features was his only raiment. Streaks of drying blood ran down his thin chest and drew streaks along his skinny thighs. I hesitated at the sight of the long black dagger in the priest's hand but was shoved toward the altar from. She could probably read minds too as she turned and smiled at me! Rachel and Alice were talking to each other, "can I stay over for a day or two?" Alice asked turning to me once more. Her tongue ran around her painted lips and the look she gave was one of pure and utter lust. "Of course Ali" I replied "are both of you worried about getting back?". They left the window and Rachel said that because Alice's car had been left at a quiet country pub it was unlikely that that road would be clear in.