"Are you afraid that I'll give in to evil?"The old woman surprised Anya by nodding. "The forces of darkness twist facts, distort the truth, lie, anyt...ing to try to get you to use your power in anger." But...you've never lied to me! I already _know_ the truth. So they're..."The old woman's eyes closed, and her head shook side-to-side, slowly and methodically. She bore a pained expression the likes of which Anya had never seen. "No, dear," she said softly. "There's one truth you need to. I saw her soft full tits, covered in freckles and her long smooth legs and mouth-watering thighs. In my dream we were soon in my bed, our hands crawling all over one another, as I pumped my dick into her hot, wet snatch! Soon I was cumming again as I clutched her to me. I awoke to find myself lying in a pool of sperm as my dick dribbled the last little bit onto the sheets. I didn't bother to get up, but rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. As I did I was invaded by the same images of my. She lifted her arms and the dress dropped to the floor, puddling around her feet. She stepped out of it, just as Marc unhooked her brassiere; the bra dropped to the dress, and the cool evening air made the red teats of her breasts harden like concrete chips.Cord reached for her, the touch of his hands on her naked shoulders causing her to jump involuntarily. The realization that she stood near nude while her husband was busy nearby with another woman fanned the lust which was burning in her. It was a beautiful spring morning so breakfast seemed in order, and his still slightly hung-over body demanded more coffee.Right after a bored waitress took his order he first saw the girl (woman?). She was a tall attractive Latina made taller by high heel pumps and very dark hair that had been teased high on top. She wore very tight jeans, a black sweater that had a tough time containing her breasts, and enough makeup to make it difficult to tell if she was fifteen or twenty-five. On her.