"I like your new place better," I complimented her."Yeah. It's going to be better for us here."She busied herself with the dryer. "I'm paying more, bu... it's a better school-- a better place to raise a kid."I nodded."Give me a minute." She went in to check on her kid. On her way out, she stopped by the bathroom. She came out in a black tank top. Her small tits hung lower -- sexy without a bra. Her hair was pulled up.I grabbed my jacket and stood by the door.On her way to the other side of the. Father John told her he didn't like being taken for a fool andthat what Becky had told him had best be truthful. She said she wasbeing as truthful as she could be with the information she had at hand.We went back up to the balcony and proceeded to set up the s?ance as wehad before. We waited until it was as dark as it could be under a fullmoon and sat in a circle with a lit candle in the center. Father Johnwas not in the circle and sat off to the side awaiting his part in allthis, whatever. We stayed on the beach for a while sunning and swimming in the ocean water. Back at our towels a nude Jamaican man approached us and said Ganja? We laughed and said wed love some but on a nude beach we have no place to carry money. He said No problem man I deliver to your room. While he was talking to us Joan couldnt keep her eyes off of his cock. It swayed back and forth down his legs and seemed to swell as if he was aware of Joans fascination. Joan flushed at being caught staring and casually. The mansion should have been a welcome sight, but it loomed over him like a brooding monolith as the driver brought them around to the servants' entrance. When the limo pulled over and stopped, Charles had to force himself out to avoid hesitation.The two women climbed out of the car, Melinda between them, her clothing restored. Her breath remained a soft pant, her nipples two visible bumps on the swell of her breasts against her shirt. Her hips swayed, her eyes half-lidded as soft pleasure.