And greed. Always greed. Its name is long since lost, as is its history. Indeed, of everything this primordial world offered in its prime, only one th...ng endured -- and endures still.That thing is an old, battered lamp. The lamp appears in different universes at different times, waiting for thousands of years sometimes. But eventually, it's always found... and the person who first cleans the lamp invokes its power -- the power of Ovyah, the Djinn of Lust.That's me -- but don't worry. I don't. My luxurious knee high boots finish my legs with a touch of sexiness and yet classiness. We chat over a strong drink. I need one to relax. It is rather nerve racking to meet you again after all that time. Memories rush back to my mind. You reach over and pet my thigh. I shudder but grab your hand and leave it there.Mike's Story Sitting beside Jenna after such a long time is mesmerizing. I find her scent intoxicating and arousing at the same time. I'm sure that I can detect her arousal. Then with a twisting and rotating of his pelvis he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but over half of his big black cock.In her lascivious fantasy her sensual moan of pleasure filled the empty room as her body convulsed and ecstatic fireworks exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then she pleaded for her first extramarital lover to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her as his hips again jerked sending yet. It was relatively easy to convince her to don the black garters and nylons for me despite the fact she was the sort of girl that tended to omit panties from her items of clothing most of the time. The combination of her lack of undies and the display of garters and nylons would make me so hard that there could only be one way to return me to a normal state of relaxation.My other close bonking buddy is a married woman with the unusual name of Hortense.I like to call her Ho just to see her look.