It wasa very cute and pretty girl that I guessed to be about 12 or 13. Shewas wearing tight jeans, a pink tank top, and tennis shoes. Her eyeswere g...een and her hair was long and black and in a high ponytail. Sheput her hands on her hips and looked down at me and said, "Umm. HelloMegan." She broke out laughing as she looked at this grown man on hisknees in panties and Hannah Montana nightie freshly put into chastityand plugged. Miss Misty spoke up then and told me, "Sissy this is. Carrie had gotten down on her knees and was kissing Marcia’s smooth belly. Marcia groaned and put her head back; she grabbed a handful of Carrie’s black hair and held her head in a tight grip. Carrie’s mouth and tongue worked wonderful magic on Marcia’s body as they quickly zeroed in on Marcia’s swollen clit. Carrie’s tongue slid up against Marcia’s clit and it felt like a bolt of lightning. Her lips surrounded that wonderful, sensitive spot and she sucked lightly, her tongue doing a mad dance. Maybe we really don’t belong together that way. I am just … I am so lonely and horny right now. And I want to be with you so badly. Not just anyone. You.”“Know what? I want to be with you, too. But I’m worried about how it affects our existing relationship. And I am worried that my motives might be more about reliving my past than about being a good partner for you.”Holly cocked an eyebrow, puzzlement on her face.“How so?”“You remind me of a lover from long ago. From when I wasn’t much older. Death was not to be feared. Death was her friend, her ally. She would welcome his eternal embrace. Athe thought, on wings of a wind most chill, snow flurried about her frailty. This caused her frayed cloak to billow in an ominous portent of this event yet to be seen.Without warning, destiny was suddenly standing there on the frozen path in front of her. Lifting her staff in a manner to ward the danger away, the elder prepared herself. The Dawn of the Mist's future was swift in its approach, so.