“Please tell me you didn’t just cum.” I marveled.Aaron Black roared with laughter, almost spilling his wine.“Eat it!” Aaron said between guf...aws.I leaned forward and slurped up his sad attempt at semen. Its taste was bland; it’s temperature tepid. Worse still, his “cock” was still hard.“Now ride him!” Commanded Black.I pushed Ben over with a hateful shove, and straddled him. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about the fact that I wasn’t remotely aroused… this would be like throwing a hot dog. Soon I felt wetness form within her dress and she increasingly began to grind her pelvis into my hand. Her kisses became more and more demanding and I took this as a cue to slip my hand under her dress and inside her panties. She gasped audibly as my fingertips first touched her smooth, moist cunt-lips and I felt her body shudder as I cupped her dripping sex. She was clean-shaven, as it appeared, I couldnt feel the slightest stubble as I rubbed her vagina in small circles, quickly focusing on. We can only see, talk to and generally be annoyed by spirits. Every other woman in my family has not been hit with the "curse" until they became pregnant with their first child. Something about the excessive estrogen in thier system opening them up or something. I should also add that most of the women in my family have more mystical sounding names, and you can understand where my mom was coming from.I however, with my ordinary name, got hit with the curse at the age of 16. And no, I was not. As she was going down her night goun was going up and my towel down. Till the time I was naked, I recognized that her fair medium fat ass and my erected pennies both where in touch with each other.But when I left her safely she slapped me for my mistake, I was very much frightened for if she tells all the family members they will kill me for the sin. But she warned me, to behave properly. I said ok and them left. That night I was unable to sleep, though I was fearing, but still I was happy that.