In his youth he had made numerous raids over into old Mexico, and had known his share of running and fighting. He just stood there, right outside his ...oor, waiting for one of us to tell him what was going on."Miguelito, I am Jay Gardner. I heard that your people were feeling the pinch a little, so I rounded up a few strays for you to add to your stew pots. I wish that it could be more because it pains me to learn that my mother's people are in distress." Bullshit! What do you want from us?". "So this is the form it's going to take for me?" Mel asked with a slight chuckle."It can read your inner nature the same way you can read others" Marcus replied. "It's adopted the form most appropriate for you." Well, let's put it to use then. There's someone in the parking lot I've been wanting to take care of for a while."Dressing herself in her "come fuck me, I'm a cheap whore" outfit, Mel slipped the talisman into her handbag and walked out the motel room door. Strolling across the parking. I reached out and put my hand around my prize. After a couple strokes and licking the big drop of pre-cum off the tip, his fuck stick was at full hardness. It was a little longer and a little thicker than my husbands, but not much, at almost eight inches. The rim of the head was a little wider than the shaft and almost purple from all the blood that had rushed to it. The inner shaft seemed as hard as a quartz crystal but the soft outer skin slid up and down on it easily. More pre-cum appeared. “Did you think that I didn’t know?” she asked with a randy smile on her slips.“Did you think I didn’t know that you have been peeping at me for months? I heard you, Anna saw you . . . and then all those dirty pyjama trousers . . .”I didn’t know what to say. I felt so enormously caught.“It’s all right, son,” my mother said reassuringly, “it’s completely normal for you to be so horny, certainly at your age.” She untied her skirt and let it drop on the floor, so that she was standing in front of.