Connie hovered in the vortex center, inches above the floor, mouth openin silent scream. Ula must have rushed down the stairs, for she stood outside ...he vortexon the entryway floor. She shouted something to Connie, but nothingmade it over the screeching time wind.A shimmering blue shield formed around her, and she stepped into thevortex wall. Gold sparks sprayed where the vortex flow hit her shield. When Seanna heard the foundations of the mansion groan, she imagined theenergy Ula was. Does that make sense? I suppose my southern girl upbringing somehow associated sexually free people as not the nicest people. Now that I’ve questioned that belief, I see how ridiculous it is, but it is interesting how we see things, without real evidence. I guess there are nice people and asses in every demographic, including swingers. I digress. Patrick is a nice guy. He’s hot as hell and sends me messages that are quite possibly the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Its not too much,. ” I released my legs and lowered one and hooked it around one of his knees. I placed my hands on his shoulders and flipped him over onto his back. The surprised look on his face made me giggle. It was replaced by lust and desire as I squeezed my walls again. I rose to my knees and let his cock slip free. Wiggling down his thighs, I settled between his legs. I gripped his hips as my tongue flicked the precum shining on his slit. His hips shot off the bed and he groaned, “Take it baby…swallow my. “You okay?” said Claire. “You look kinda ragged.”“Just tired and worried. I mean...” I said.“It’s trite, Jim, but please don’t worry. She’s going to be getting the best care there is and she’ll be home before you know it,” said Claire. “I’m invested in Ann’s recovery as much as Rod is as much as we all are believe me.” And I did believe her.Claire and I talked for the whole six hours of visiting time, part of it in the cafeteria while my darling mostly slept. Ann had been awake for maybe two.