I began to cum, biting into a small square pillow to muffle my loud cries.“UMMMPHPHFF!! UUUMMPHFF!!”My body spasmed in his tight grip. And then I ...as still, covered with sweat, my bra and blouse soaked, my skirt just a narrow waistband that covered nothing.Jack slid up on me, even as I luxuriated in my afterglow. I knew what was he was going to do, and I was not sure I wanted it so soon. But he gave me no choice. I felt his steel hard cock at my warm and ready pussy, and a moment later his. Liz will bethe Crone who symbolizes wisdom and death.Ritual as I said before is very important to the Wiccan from birth,life, unions of couples, to death.Once we were called the Hidden Children or Hidden Ones for fear ofTorture, Persecution and Horrible Death. These have been chronicled invarious places such as Salem, Massachusetts and many other places in theUnited Kingdom and Europe.During those times the Wiccan Rituals and meetings were held secretly.We were in constant fear for our family. She was lying on her side now and I asked, ‘Would you like to be embraced by my inner hillbilly, or would you rather get acquainted with my Latin lover side?’ ‘Oooo, no contest, Rico Suave. I want it spicy!’ She laughed but I turned solemn and stroked her cheek with my hand. ‘I’m really glad I met you,’ I said, lightly stroking her cheek with my forefinger. ‘Me too,’ she answered, matching my gaze and change of tone. ‘I wasn’t expecting to meet anybody. You kind of blindsided me. But you have. I was beginning to see what she had meant; the feel of the wet nylon was incredibly sexy. She reached out and switched off the flow of water and we let our hands wander over each other, then she picked up the shower gel and squirted a generous blob into her hand. She began to massage the soap into my breasts and over my body lathering it up, her hands sliding over me, down until she reached my pussy. Her other hand was on my arse, both working up a foamy lather over my most intimate areas. She.