The idol was intricately carved, a perfect replica of Typhon but no taller than a child. It was chiseled out of a crystal and glowed with a faint blue...light inside. Two perfect globe sapphires were mounted for eyes. In front of the statue was a table-sized checkerboard. Instead of eight squares on a side, this one had nine like a sudoku puzzle. The squares alternated colors, deep blue and light gray. The two main diagonals, which started in each corner and met at a single square in the center. “I’m not really into girls.” Pam innocently sipped her drink, trying not to look as Karen gave Jim a long passionate kiss in front of her. “That’s too bad. I was hoping you and I could put on a little show for Jim.”Pam was stunned by Karen’s suggestion, but the idea intrigued her. She was hoping to hook up with Jim, but never planned on sharing him with anybody else.Karen got up and took off her slacks, letting her white shirt hang down barely covering her undies, and giving a glimpse of her. He started getting quite generous with his hands. He was massaging sunscreen into my ass and even worked his way between the cheeks. He brashly stroked my asshole with the long side of his hand. Eventually, he started making his way to my front by rubbing the cream into my hips. His big hands almost cupped my crotch. His fingers made their way across and they were soon grazing across my pubic hair. My cock was now at full attention and the crowd in front was no longer pretending not to stare. I. “Annabel!” her sister Julia came out of the hut to greet her. Annabel was twenty-four years old and Julia was only two years older. Yet, Julia took after their father and had long straight blonde hair. Julia wore a plain dark blue dress which reached down to her heels. In London, they had many beautiful dresses, and every now and then the sisters would talk about the grand wardrobe they each collected. But after being accused of witchcraft and with no way to be proven innocent, packing heavy.