I hope you don’t mind. We have plenty of other things we can do to make up for it.”“I understand and that’s ok. I just thought I would ask.”...fter his 15-minute rest period we moved over to the bed. He had lost most of his hard-on so I jacked and sucked his cock for a few minutes until he resumed his full erection state. “Here’s what I want you to do. We are going to take this slow and steady and try a number of different positions. We will start with what’s called the missionary position. Me on. Once in awhile if her lovers thrust are great enough to make her breast flop, I can smell her breasts. The aroma from under them is amazing. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy as the wafts of air created by her lovers thrusts hit my face. The room is filled with pheromones; hers, his and mine. There is a faint smell of whiskey and beer on our breaths. His cologne and sweat are almost equally as arousing. My deotorant is also all but gone and the sweat is pouring from my body as equally as. Jason, tall blond and in his early thirties flopped down onto the mattress and told me to get on top of him and ride his cock. I put one foot over him and squatted down, used my hand to line him up to my sex hole and dropped down further till I was sitting on his lap with his hard seven inches buried in my quim.I put my hands on his chest and started to lift and drop my bottom so that I was giving him a good fuck as he lay there. Shortly he told me to lean forward. When I did, he pulled me. Even in these days, tales of the Spirit of the Old Wood made superstitious locals give the whole area around Diana's house a wide berth. Old women still scared the wits out of their granchildren by telling stories of lovely young village maidens disappearing when on thetr way to lovers' trysts in the Old Wood and not being seen again for years until they re-appeared, deranged and broken shadows of their former lovely selves.Diana was only an amateur Witch. A dilettante sorceress. Truth to tell.