I'm pretty dark and very good looking too. When we are locked up, the contrast is amazing. Workdays we usually fuck 2x a day minimum and on free d...ys off we go pretty much non-stop. Knowing my woman is satisfied and always carrying my load makes me feel good about myself, my life and makes me want to fuck her some more. As a couple we were built to fuck each other, exclusively. Well, that just changed. Jimmy was our best man. The night my girl first met him she casually evaluated him as. I had pretty much given up on getting with her when one night I was out for a friends leaving party when she walked in the bar. She looked amazin that night, sexier than ever. She was wearing tight blue jeans showing her curvy arse, low cup black lacy top showing her boobs, hair down over her shoulders, lovely make up, and red lip stick on her sexy lips showing her big smile. We spent the night drinking and chatting, I did my usual flirting with her, telling her she looked hot and should leave. Make that message into a letter, then send it to the location in my mind…”“Um, yes Mistress,” Fahima said, snapping her fingers. “Mistress, what is wrong with you?”“I…now send me there too…And you too…” Antonella ordered. Fahima snapped her fingers, and the two of them were suddenly in Mary’s bedroom back at Antonella’s house.“What’s that?” Mary sat up in bed, turned on her light, and saw the two of them. “What’s going on!? …Antonella! Oh my God, did you rub a lamp!?”Mary ran down to her, and. But I heard a wisper, ‘NiiiiiikkkkkSSSSSS’, my name in the air. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ I opened the door. Cut off the engine and exicted the car. Without any blink of the eyes, the gate of graveyard opened and I walked fearlessly towards the graveyard. Some shadow was visible on the fog. The sound, no longer the whisper, grew louder with every step I took in. Nervous excitement grew in my veins. I knew its deepti voice, she was near me. The fog seemed to swirl around the shadow and tripped.