It had sounded as though more than one person was speaking at once, a soft sing-songy voice mixed with something deep and rich that reverberated in Ju...tin's chest. "Okay, but what," he was cut off. "Your questions will be answered," responded the voice. "You are unsure of yourself, and are wondering what your place is here, aren't you?"Justin stared at the psychic. A veil of the same material as the inside lining of the tent shadowed their movements beneath. They were wearing a sleeveless robe. He liked the sound of that, even though he doubted she meant it the way he was thinking about it."No, we did enough back there," he said. "I'm tired." You better not be too tired," she warned. "And if you're planning on making me help you get famous tomorrow, you may as well plan on not starting until after lunch." You going to sleep late?" he asked, glancing over at her."Nope," she said.She ran on before looking over at him."I'm going to have you for breakfast, and my mother always told me it. Betty had ridden him through an orgasm already, and was rocking gently, just loving the feel of being full. She could still feel her pussy making little left over spasms, squeezing and then relaxing, when she felt him swell, and felt a ball of heat expand from the tip of his prick. She didn’t get it, at first. It felt wonderful. Then, as her lust-fogged brain finally did realize what was going on, she tried to get her feet under her. He finished spurting in her by the time that happened and,. It hurt a little as he pinched them but at the same time i could feel my self starting to enjoy what was happening more and more.I wasn't what you would call tall at that age but the old guy was only a few inches taller than me and so the perfect height to lean in and kiss my neck as his fingers continued to work my nipples.This went on for what seemed like an age but was more like 2 or 3 minutes all the time my mind and will had turned to jelly and all i could do was let him carry on making me.