To my own eyes, I suddenly saw why guys go crazy over wet t-shirts.My shaped and trimmed red pubic hair stood out stark from my pale skin, and my hair...was dangling in wet ropes, giving me a very wanton and very physically desirable aura. I peeled off my dripping top and threw it into the tub, and then went to pick up the clothes I had left strewn over the floor. This time I could tell that my panties were not where I had kicked them off. I swore that they were about six inches further inside my. It was a nice day. Bright but not hot, a breeze to keep me cool. I turned back after a few hours and came back to my apartment. When I came to my door, I spotted a figure about to knock on the door. For the briefest of seconds I thought perhaps it was a cop or investigator and it was time for me to walk away.The figure was only 5 foot nothing though, with black hair just past her shoulders. Her face turned to me. It was Grace. She wore a blouse and skirt, and it was clear an American diet had. When our lips separate, she tells me, “I’ve wanted that for weeks!” She walks over to the bed and sits. I can’t take much more of this and we begin kissing like sex crazed teenagers. My hands moving on her body finding her perky A cup breast. I kneed and work them making her nipples harden. I feel her hands on my back and sides. Soon she is grabbing my ass and my cock at the same time. I feel my cock hardening from her touches. I start kissing and sucking her neck as she slightly moans. She. In the Bayou, she was known as "The Oracle of the Bayou"Her predictions were usually accurate.Her divinations were wondrous indeed.Babies were born, women were wed and widowed, and wed again, feuds were settled and revenge was sweet.Most importantly, the DEAD spoke to the living and the living felt the power.Yes, Marie was LEGEND in the Bayou.When she first saw Sweet Lovie sitting in the swamp boat, Marie fell in love with her. Her light, sun tanned skin, her long black hair, and her legs that.