"She nodded. "That would do it."I fingered my fetish in my pocket. "Is there something I could have added to make it specific to non-Magi?" I asked.Sh... shook her head. "I don't know. That would be up to you to decide what represented non-Magi."I nodded, not sure if there was anything else to talk about. Thinking about my fetish reminded me of Jordan, and that she was home sick. That led to memories of bonding with other women and the post-coital ritual. Katrina hadn't turned into a zombie like. .? Wo boli nhi mujhe sona h me bola movie..?To bolti mujhe nind aari h soja tu b mujhe aesa laga jaise khade lund pe war me udaas hoke sogua or wo apni gaand meri taraf krke sori thi me aesi thodi der jaga or fir me dekha wo sori h to mene uske stomach me hth rakha slowly fir move krte krte uske boobs k nzdik leke gya waise wo thoda sa hili to me waise hi hth rakh k sogya fir mene uske boobs pe hth rakh k press krne laga kya bataau dosto kya maza aara tha mera lund ikdm tight hogya mene 1hth se. I could now see a wall with a big, wide door on it. In the middle of the door was what appeared to be a smaller door. Like a peep hole, but it was much too low for looking through while standing up straight. She stepped back into frame and bent down and looked right into the camera. She was smiling and winked at me then she walked over to the door. Her big dick was swaying back and forth as she walked. When she got to the door, she reached out and grabbed the handle on the little peep hole. Leaning further in, I raised her left breast and sucked on the continuing to lengthen nipple. My hand fell away to skate down her motherly torso to finally arrive cupping her thigh before sliding back up between her legs.Starting beneath her tucked lips, my finger wiggled its way into her warm, wet womb, separating those luxurious lips as it slid up across her clit. She flinched and moaned again, widening her offering. Whom ever she was and why she ever offered herself to me, it will forever.