He slid deeper, almost halfway into her. Her warmth was simply delicious, her wetness, her softness, her femininity, her sex threatened to tear his se...ses asunder. Her female hips, her breasts against his chest. She felt clearly how he entered her moment by moment. She felt the warm honey in her belly run. She felt how his maleness gently eased her pliant folds apart, how her honey eased him deeper into her. She was sure that he was hotter than was normal. She felt him so distinctly. His. .but even that wouldn't work, Ireminded myself. He would have still needed to have made a pact with her.At least, according to what Melinda had said.I looked at Melinda and my jaw dropped. All thoughts of covering up mydecency, my bare breast or my rustled dress or my askew panties, gone.Her skin which had been slightly brown, was now a palid gray. Not paleand colorless like Makayla's skin had been--actually gray. I could sensemore than see a swirling malaise around her, like a mist of. Linda watched the serenity taking over him slowly until he was still once again, breathing shallow but calm. His still ever hard and extended cock was under his palm and his balls were also relaxed and slipped far down and away from the body. Linda was frantically trying to follow the maneuvering; the man had gone through. Her hand was massaging her breasts, under her shirt. She was leaning back in her chair, as much as she could to provide better and unrestricted access to her fingers for clit. He groaned and jolted as she quickened her pace and squeezed him harder. She suddenly stopped as a larger gush of precum landed on her hand. Scared she was going to make him cum too quick, she massaged what she hoped was precum into his shaft while softly moaning at him. “If you treat me right, I’ll give you something extra naughty,” she seductively whispered. He reached down and grabbed her hands and slowly pulled them off his shaft. He licked both her palms before kissing her, filling her.