She sighs as her body shudders. Her skin pricks up into goose bumps, when he suddenly bites her and then nibbles. Her breath escapes her body in gas...s, as her nails dig into his shoulder blades. He slides his hand down her back and grasps her buttocks as she leans back and away from him. He traces kisses down the side of her neck down to her firm, small breasts, tracing circles around her beautiful roses with his tongue. Her wings flutter slightly, her toes curl and her leg muscles flex. His hand slid down my cheek at my neck until it finally reached my bosom. I sighed as one of his fingers pierced my labia in my grotto. Oh god, I was soaking wet, and enjoyed being kissed and caressed by the black while my eyes kept catching Klaus's. Jamal now took another finger, which also pierced into a pussy. I was getting warmer, but I did not want to stop now. I wanted to let my dress continue to slide up, and moved forward with his butt forward.What I did not realize, however, was that. Over the centuries, I knew some women who would have came from the touch of my mind. How she reacted was certainly interesting: she walked to the mall's food court, bought a sticky sweet pastry, and sat down and begin to languidly eat it. Watching her mouth bite into it, then softly chew it and swallow it was an unexpected reaction, but hardly an unwelcome one. But her attempting to whet her appetite with food was unsuccessful, and I knew that whatever undergarment was underneath that skirt, it. I took a deep breath to settle myself before walking into the kitchen. Mom must have heard me as she turned to face me. She was not a vision of sexiness in any shape, way, or form this morning. Mom was wearing an old housecoat of my father’s. It was much too big for her, furry, and covered her from ankles to neck.“Good morning, Mom,” I began, very hesitantly.“Sit down, I have your breakfast in the warming oven. Your father ate his already. He’s gone to the office,” said Mom in a stern voice.I.