Magic only required his mind, and finding something he was actually good at had been exhilarating. His father had snuck an elder witch into the palace...to train him, but Rusol had quickly outgrown the old woman’s skills. Marten himself had undertaken Rusol’s education on his demonborn powers, though demonic magic was more instinctive than learned.Rusol felt confident in his abilities, but he’d always chafed at having to hide them in public. If this vision about wardens was true, it could. My wife understood and had no problem with it.She sat down beside me and asked to see the video cam program again. This time we found a few men jerking off but no luck finding a couple. I could tell that Amie was enjoying the video cam/ We were keeping our voices down because I certainly didn’t need my wife hearing us. The party downstairs was in full swing and I could hear the women talking and laughing. I was wearing a pair of sweat pants that had a fly opening and for some reason I decided. I explored his body with my hands and dropped little kisses as I got him prepared for me. I guessed that he was a virgin this way too. I encouraged him to relax and go with it.A few kisses along his back and gentle touching seemed to relax him. I inched in slowly once my head had popped through his sphincter. He oohed and ahed several times and tightened up, but once I got moving, he started pushing back into me and worked his muscles to my satisfaction. The bloke butt-came at least twice. She had some happy weight, which I found kinda sexy. I explored her with my hands. Feeling the softness of her breasts, fingering her nipples. My vagina was oozing, tickling with a trickle that dripped over my butthole.Once her top was off she began to ride me slowly, grinding her groin against my pubic mound. My panties slid back and forth over my clit, sending spasms down my legs. She watched my face carefully as I reacted to her body on top of me. I felt her hands on my breasts as she leaned.