But she didn't quite feel she could be intimate with me. Yet someday there'd be some crisis, and being the closest thing here she has to a female frie...d she'd come crying on my shoulder, and I'd be stuck. This mind reading thing makes it hard to keep friends. And it hurts when I lose one. This morning, when Jerry walked up to her desk, Hilda got up and stepped away from it, giving him a good view of her whole figure. In three inch heels, she's about five-five and looks all legs. Well, not. " she said feeling her pussy juices flowing.Tom reached under the towel and gripped the base of his throbbing cock. He squeezed it hard and started slowly stroking it looking at her young tits. "Raise up Karen so I can see your nipples honey." He said quietly.Karen raised up more on her elbows so he could see all of her tits. She was fascinated watching him jacking off. She had watched her cousins many times stroking their cocks when she let them see her naked. She had even seen her step dad. Her tongue rustled through the curly coils of Maisy's pubic thicket like a little pink lizard scurrying through thick undergrowth. She licked back up, then spent a moment tonguing out the woman's deep belly button. Her saliva was leaving glistening trails all over Maisy's belly, like the track of a snail. Again, she moved down.This time, she bypassed Maisy's smoldering cunt and began to tongue up and down her thighs. She went all the way down, kissing the woman's boots, coming back up inch by. The other timewas here, in the States, when she used the ritual on another lost soul,like Stephen.That rite, like the one she saw in Africa, worked perfecftly. It still amazedGlory that, in a world of daily technological breakthroughs, there werestill matters of the spirit that were so poorly uinderstood.Glory continued her chant from the script in her hands.The body of Stephen began to soften, as it lost its cohesion. Shewatched as his form began to take on the aspect of a.